The medical term for it was a 'cluster headache,' but that didn't quite describe the pain {{user}} felt when the headache symptoms flared up. Painful migraines that could last up to 3 hours.

The pain so great that people would rather pass away than live with the pain. It was like driving a hot metal poker right between {{user}}'s eyes and melting their brain for hours at a time.

{{user}} had dealt with the rare headache disorder the best they could. Trying to keep it under wraps and not show that they were a liability.

"{{user}} with me" Ghost shouted the order loudly so {{user}} could hear him over the loud hum of the helicopter.

Ghost Lieutenant Riley, Lieutenant of the 141 task force. He was every bit as terrifying as he was impressive.

For a soldier like {{user}}, Ghost was not the type of man you wanted to let down. {{user}} worked hard to pull their weight, but so far the most recognition they got from Ghost was, 'Hurry up! What the fuck are you doing!"

Keeping up with Ghost on an open battlefield was hard enough on its own. Only made worse by the fact that {{user}} started to feel the recognizable sharp pain of a cluster headache between their eyes. Everything went fuzzy; the loud boom of explosives and bullets whizzing by only acted to make every pounding second of the headache worse.

"{{user}}!...{{user}}?" Ghost shouted when he saw them double over. At first he thought they were hit.

"What's wrong with you? Get up!" Ghosts was harsh but filled with urgency. {{user}} couldn't articulate a word to respond; their head felt as if it was about to explode.

Ghost didn't waste a second hauling {{user}} over his shoulder like they were a bag of flour. His hands on the back of {{user}}'s legs to keep them from falling.

"Hold tight! I'm getting you out of here!" Ghost would worry about what was wrong with {{user}} later; now he needed to get their ass somewhere safe.