Brad/Nate AU: Reincarnation

Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.
You become an image of what is remembered forever.

In which two cursed souls keeps finding each other over the centuries as warriors, only to end each life with one of them dying every time, and then they are reincarnated together again to another life. But the thing is, whenever they are born again, only one of them (Brad) carries the memories of their past incarnations. And now at present time, Brad, who has found himself falling in love with his soulmate (Nate) over time, met him again in the midst of modern war. And he is determined to keep him alive this time so that they can finally be united once and for all. Will Brad finally able to figure out how to break this curse and stop them from being reincarnated again? Will Nate believe him if he told him the truth?

Mr. Fick, a Dartmouth graduate who applied to graduate school after leaving the Marines, describes getting a call from an admissions officer.

“ ‘Mr. Fick, we read your application and liked it very much. But a member of our committee read Evan Wright’s story about your platoon in Rolling Stone. You’re quoted as saying, “The bad news is, we won’t get much sleep tonight; the good news is, we get to kill people.” ‘ She paused, as if waiting for me to disavow the quote. I was silent, and she went on …. ‘Could you please explain your quote for me?’ …

‘You mean, will I climb your clock tower and pick people off with a hunting rifle?’

It was her turn to be silent.

‘No, I will not. Do I feel compelled to explain myself to you? I don’t.’ ”

I worked for a guy in the Marines who boiled his leadership philosophy down to three words:“Officers eat last.” Being in charge in his unit wasn’t about privileges and special treatment; it meant sleeping less and carrying a heavier rucksack than everyone else. I thought that was a great way to look at the world, and people really respond to it.
—  Nathaniel Fick. (x)
My first job was as a lifeguard at a neighborhood pool. I expected to spend the summer working on my tan and talking to pretty girls. Instead, I had to keep the four-year-olds from killing themselves, the nine-year-olds from killing one another, and there was always the specter of having to use the ‘bodily fluid spill kit.’ I worked the next summer as a bike mechanic, alone in the basement of the bike shop. It was more my speed.
—  Nathaniel Fick
It’s weird, but not only do we physically resemble each other, but a lot of our mannerisms are the same, to the point that we were sitting around a table with the real Tony Espera and the real Ray Person, the real Evan Stafford, these guys that were in his platoon for real, and these guys were watching us with their jaws dropped. People were taking pictures of us from across the table just so they could show us how similar we acted.
—  Stark Sands talking about Lieutenant Nate Fick, 2008