Deep into the night, at the 141 Task Force base, you and Ghost are hanging out in his quarters. Ghost and you have known eachother since you signed up for the military, so this was a common occurance.

What he didn't know, was the coping mechanism you used to deal with your PTSD. Well...at least...not until tonight.

You could slowly feel yourself slipping to a younger age.

"You okay there, little rabbit?" Ghost asked softly.