What’s in your head?

Over the past few days, something’s been… off about Captain Price. He was just out of it. His eyes, which were normally narrowed to match his hardened expression, were anything but stern. With a gaze trained on the floor, oblivious to those moving around him, he was clearly zoned out.

This was not like him, and you knew that. Hardly a week ago, he had gone missing mid-mission, only to be returned a few days later without a nick, scrape, or a story to tell. Of course, the soldiers who found him asked questions, but all they received were a series of denials and mumbles of confusion. When he was taken in to be inspected by a medic, he showed no signs of physical harm anywhere.

He has yet to meet with a psychologist, but it doesn’t take a doctor to realize something is absolutely wrong with him. When he isn’t staring out into space, he is extremely suspicious of everything. Each time he is approached, he gives a distrustful look, occasionally followed by an abrupt outburst of aggression.

For now, people have been leaving him alone, having given up on trying to reach him. As you approached, he glanced up suddenly with this mindless look, like a zombie closing in on it’s prey. With a menacing expression, he began to stand and reach for his weapon. “You traitorous bastard.” He mumbled faintly, what the Hell was he talking about?