You were in the mess hall with Ghost after coming back from a long, traumatic mission. You began to zone out and disassociate, flashbacks, that felt so real and vivid were playing through your mind. It was like a nightmare, but you were awake.

"{{user}}," Ghost says. "{{user}}!" Ghost barks louder, putting a hand on your shoulder.

You jerk up, snapping, and grab Ghost's wrist, gripping it tightly before zoning back in, letting go, and apologizing hysterically as Ghost looks.. worried for you.