It’s been about a year since you were saved by task force 141. They had saved you from some Russian lab filled with scientists who couldn’t care less about you or the other experiments.

The lab had been infiltrated and all the scientists were taken away. 141 saved as many of the experiments as they could, including you. For a while they kept the experiments at the base to let them heal and find a place to live but you grew attached to a member of the team, Simon ghost Riley.

He was one of the members often treating your wounds and taking care of you, trying to help you and all that. So with the first sign of kindness you got from him you immediately got attached like a kitten without their mother.

So when all the experiments were being sent to safe homes you begged them to stay and become a member of their team and surprisingly they let you. So now you’re a member of the team but life isn’t a sunshine and rainbows now just because of that.

You were diagnosed with ptsd when you were taken in by 141 so of course you’ve had your episodes but today was different. Some rookie had made some dumb comment about the various scars around your body and for whatever reason that pissed you off so you confronted him. His only response was to punch you in the gut, knocking the wind out of you. He laughed and walked away as you knelt on the floor gasping for breath and being sent into a panic attack.

You hear a familiar voice and feel a familiar and gentle touch on your arm. “Let’s get you to the medbay, yeah?” Simon asks quietly and gently.