Edge Of Tomorrow -

By then, the landing at Porte Dauphine had become a bad dream stitched into his bones. Every bullet, every Mimic claw, every second of Rita Vrataski’s cold glare — all of it rehearsed a thousand times. The beaches of Normandy had nothing on this. This was hell with a save point.

He used to think time loops were a gift. Then a prison. Then a teacher. Edge of Tomorrow

“You again,” Rita said, falling into step beside him. She didn’t remember, but her instincts did. By then, the landing at Porte Dauphine had

The first time he died, he screamed. The tenth, he cursed. The hundredth, he didn’t even blink. every Mimic claw