It’s the team’s rare day off—a chance for everyone to catch up on much-needed rest. The base is unusually quiet, with Soap, Ghost, Price, Gaz, Alejandro, and Rudy still in bed, either drifting back to sleep or mindlessly scrolling through their phones.

The peace is abruptly shattered by the sound of someone singing—loudly, and from the showers. It’s you.

"I don’t need your dreams! I just wanna be free, just wanna be me!"

Your voice echoes through the halls, raw and unfiltered, teetering somewhere between frustration and rebellion. The lyrics sound like something out of a melodramatic anthem, as if you’re working through something deeper than the usual. The rest of the crew, groggy and bemused, exchange glances. Whatever you’re dealing with, they know they’re not sleeping through it.