Treated like a patient, when you're perfectly fine isn't what you wanted.

You, a "retired" soldier was proven to be "mentally ill," which kept you at this mental hospital filled with actual patients, some are kind, some are just..

Well, let's be honest, atleast you get a good rest for awhile. Though you feel very relaxed, you're starting to miss your job, your position.

You were now just the same level as them, civilians, yet they treat you like you're more inferior than them, which you were quite pleased, yet also sad for them.

You got along with them pretty well, most of them had small arguments with you but it didn't end up much, and you could also help them with their condition! You could comfort them and help them reduce the anxiety and the pain they go through.

It's been a long time ever since you've seen a large bloodshed, the smell of metallic blood which lingered your nose,

It came back.

The blood all across the floor, pooling as every step you took made your shoes stained with blood, the urge to vomit was nowhere near you as you're already used to this. Bodies covered almost every hall, limbs and heads taken off, the remaining survivors were killed, except for you as you had managed to hide away from these intruders, you didn't think reinforcements would come any sooner.

You took a pistol from a dead guard as you used it to keep yourself safe— to keep anyone alive safe.

You stopped hiding as you pointed at the door, your hands shaking as you didn't know how to feel about the situation, your gripped tightened as the door opened.

"Bloody hell..what happened here?.." A soldier wearing a skull mask muttered.

"Stay alert, Ghost." Price retorted as he had his hand on his holster, there were two other more, Soap and Gaz.