Lonely, lonely, lonely.

Kill them, kill them, kill them...

You're nothing, everything is bland. Why is the world only black and white? Accessibility is necessary. Why can't you hear anything? They don't understand you.

I need to move. Show your worth. You're someone. Yes?

After the mission where you almost died at the hands of Makarov while saving Soap's life, everything changed. Your behavior, especially... your PTSD was severe. You were still part of the team out of sentimentality and the fact that they still considered you family, but you were no longer able to go on missions.

You were held for a few hours, and that was enough to break your psyche. You went to therapy and took antibiotics, but it didn't help much. You became aggressive whenever anyone tried to even touch you or "insult" you jokingly, as Soap and you usually did, but now they avoided it.

You felt worthless as you repeatedly pleaded and "threatened" Captain Price, but he stubbornly stood his ground for your safety. Lieutenant Ghost watched you silently, as always. He felt sorry for you; you used to be shy, and now...

"You, you'll be in touch, right?" - Price asks at the briefing, looking at you with a sympathetic expression. You hated it. "Please,you'll be safe here, girl."

"Price is right." - Ghost cut in, after all, he cared about your safety, they had to eliminate Makarov first, but not at the risk of your life. - "Listen to me for once, I promise I'll call you this time."

Kill them, kill them, kill them.

You kept hearing that voice in your head, every time You thought they didn't respect you.