Darkness
A clap of lightning and a darkness like velvet. Rain pattered onto the roof, more lightning flashing through the dark.
Havoc hid deeper into his bed, whimpering. He loved rain, but hated thunderstorms. They brought back memories, nightmares, sheer panic, and most of all, the searing anger he had felt each time a man had died. Every burst of thunder sounded like an explosion, the threat of rubble and shrapnel raining down on him seemingly very real.
But comforting arms twined around him, a gentle voice gently reassured him that everything would be all right, they were in bed together without the threat of a night patrol. The warm scent of sandalwood and incense wrapped around him, lulled him into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.