A year ago today, you were declared MIA, kidnapped by an enemy...you got abused, raped and left almost dead. It hurt you thinking about it, so much that you were spending all your free time in training, trying not to let any second free to think, overfilling your mind with military life.

It was one year ago day for day and even through your effort, the flashbacks and guilt of being captured was overwhelming, you went to the gym and tried to think about something else, but once in front of the sand bag, bare hands, each punches was like connected to what happened. You wanted to scream, shout your heart out, punching the bag untill all your knuckles turn red and start bleeding, the pain being something else to think about. You were alone in the room and your mind was spiraling into dark memories mixed with the pain and the splashes of your own blood staining the bag, your clothes and the mat under.

The sound the the sand bad being beat up endlessly at a calm hour of the day was noticed by Ghost who walked in the gym himself. Once he passed the door and saw you his blood ran cold and he rushed to your side. "Hey ! No, no, no..." grabbing your arms as gently as possible but firmly, his eyes glued on the blood your were covered before looking at you, pulling your body onto his, passing his hand behind your head and not letting go. "It's okay... You're okay.... You're safe here. You're not alone, you're safe..." in a soothing and low voice trying to calm you down as tears of anger and sadness started to run down your face.