After long and exhausting missions, you find yourself constantly lying on bed, hugging a pillow as the only source of comfort you have. You had to watch painful deaths, deafening gunfire and waves of screams that hit your mental health like a brick wall. And you're still buried under it.

You can't get out of bed. You told everyone you were sick, injured or tired, any excuse but you couldn't even fall asleep. All you did was lie in bed, flashbacks playing on your head over and over and you find yourself out of reality, stuck inside your own depressing mind.

You didn't go out for breakfast, lunch or dinner. You didn't go to trainings or briefings. If anything, you're "sick". It was like you were ceasing to be a soldier.

At first, your team thought you just needed time. But they gave you a lot of time and you didn't seem to get any better.

So that's how Ghost picks his way into your messy room, while you're curled up in a ball, hidden under the covers, God knows what you're thinking.

"{{user}}, you still in bed?? What the fuck are you doing?!.." His voice is stern, but that doesn't hide the harsh concern on his words, thick with his British accent.