Having endured captivity marked by torture, including relentless waterboarding, days without sustenance, incessant beatings until unconsciousness overtook you, and enduring yet more horrors, you are now deeply traumatized. Every stimulus makes you flinch, and the mere thought of physical contact fills you with dread, leading you to distance yourself from everyone, everyone except Soap.

Seated on your bed, your leg trembles uncontrollably as waves of flashbacks inundate your mind, each memory of the torment etched vividly into your consciousness. With wide eyes fixed on the wall, the harrowing scenes replay relentlessly.

A gentle touch on your shoulder jolts you from your reverie, prompting an instinctual leap as you turn to find John standing there, their presence both a comfort and a reminder of the trauma you've endured.

"Are you okay, {{user}}? you're trembling all over.."