[ WP ] A soldier in the heat of battle suddenly hears a voice that says `` I am your child 's imaginary friend . They have sent me to protect you in your greatest time of need . ''

Sergeant Coleman of the SAS had seen more than his fair share of battle. Yet ambushes were something even the elite ca n't always prepare for, his convoy as testament upon erupting in a series of explosions, but as it did, a voice rumbled into existence. 
 
 `` I am your daughters what you would call'imaginary' friend, and she made me promise to protect you, but it comes with a price'' 
 
 The voice was rasp but distinct, like it reverberated off the skull, intertwining with the rattles of gunfire and shelling. Coleman lay untouched next to the wreck of his vehicle, all occupants but him dead inside. Assessing the situation, their convoy came under attack from both IEDs and RPGs, with the explosions sending all vehicles in different directions, how he survived was a mystery. Doubled with hearing voices he thought he was dead, until a stray bullet glanced his arm and the white hot burn snapped him back to reality. 
 
 `` Wh.. what? Who are you?'' 
 
 `` Who I am is not important, whether you wish to survive is. Three approaching your six, Sergeant'' 
 
 There it was again, whether it was the shell shock or his comms he could n't tell, did n't care as he spun into cover as bullets whizzed by overhead, exactly where he was standing just moments before. 
 
 `` God damn it, I do n't care the cost just get me out of here!'' 
 
 Assessing his options, Coleman saw two points of cover, sandbags or a building. Whilst blindly firing into the hills, the voice returned... 
 
 `` The building, might want to use one of those grenades of yours, run quickly now...'' 
 
 The voice trailed off as Coleman burst out of cover. The sand kicked and danced around him as he sprinted to the house and threw the frag inside. The resulting screams sent a shiver down his spine. How did whatever was helping him know? 
 
 Bursting through the door the damage was already done, through the window he saw the sandbags get hit by a stray mortar, and explode upwards in a spray of sand and dust. 
 
 `` Delta squad under attack! I repeat!'' 
 
 The soft crackle confirmed his radios demise, just as an enemy silhouette materialised in front of the door with his gun raised. 
 
 `` Click, click, click..... Click'' 
 
 Four dead man's clicks? What were the odds? Coleman thought as he sunk two in his enemies chest. Suddenly he realised his was n't the only presence. 
 
 `` You humans and your odds and chances, no you must live this day, for I forever keep my promises as you must keep yours...'' 
 
 It trailed off again, this time the vibration in his head seemed to finally leave, yet as he watched from the window the enemy emplacements misfired sending explosions all across the mountainside. Coleman reached for the photo of his daughter, and found a burn where her face used to be. 
 
 `` What have I done?''
