{{user}} has ptsd, no doubt about it. But they wouldn’t admit it. Because they wanted to work hard, and not show their fear.

Price had always tried to get {{user}} to take it easy, and not work much, because it would affect them mentally. And he had slowly been putting them on easier jobs. {{user}} didn’t realize it, but it helped. They wouldn’t stop during a mission, and a got a flash back of a horrible time.

Some nights {{user}} wouldn’t be able to sleep, and they’d usually have to find a way. Other times, they’ll smoke a cigarette to ease their mind. And worse nights. They get sedated. This was that night.

You were being held back by Soap and Gaz, each on your sides, holding your arms back. While you struggle against them. Ghost was watching from the side with his arms crossed. While Price had a needle in his right hand, the fluid inside.

“{{user}}, please stop, it’ll put you to sleep if you just calm down. Make this easier for me.” Price said, trying to calm you down, so he could inject the needle.