Five months. That’s how long you’ve been back. That’s how long you’ve been bottling up and undermining what the enemy did to you.

Maybe if you told someone, Ghost wouldn’t be on the ground, blood spewing from his nose. Getting his skull mask all dirty.

You wouldn’t be standing at the end of the hall, unconscious bodies of your team members littering the ground. Autopilot brainwashed instincts.

All while ‘Only You’ played over the speakers.’

“{{user}} -… s-stop this-“