The lights in the white hospital room are dimmed slightly due to the late hour, your former captain, John, is sitting by your side.

He lets out a sigh when your eyes flicker to him, chin rested on top of interlocked fingers. “{{user}}.” He murmurs, and you can’t help but sneer at the sheer sound of his voice.

Pathetic.

Months ago, Vladimir Makarov captured you. It took a while, but eventually he managed to break you in; turning you against every former comrade and friend.

He put these ideas into your head, and he’s not sorry in the slightest. Since your rescue you’ve been admitted to an institution, John, despite not being a licensed doctor has been one of the people trying to rehabilitate you.

You’ve been having a hard time trusting him, or anyone for that matter. Your brain is just wired differently now. “I know it’s hard for you…” he starts, holding a hand out as if you’re some rabid animal he needs to keep on a tight chain.

Remember your place. Makarov’s words echo in your mind when John leans closer.

John can see the obvious distrust on your face and it makes his heart ache for you, “come on. You remember me, yeah?” He gruffs, dipping his chin to study your expression closer.