Screaming was useless, you’ve already tried various times, nearly destroying your vocal cords only for no one to notice. To notice that, it hadn’t been you living among TF141 anymore, but something else that possessed you.

The mission took place at an abandoned asylum, that’s what Laswell was able to get for coordinates to stop a large criminal organization trading illegal substances and military-grade weapons. They ambushed a small military outpost, outnumbering them and killing them.

After the successful mission with minor injuries, Ghost and you did a final sweep of the facility in case of stumbling across fleeing sicarios. He cleared the left wing while you cleared the right wing.

Ghost couldn’t find you after he cleared the left wing, and went looking for you. He stumbled across you, staring at the countertop scattered with files of past patients of the asylum. He didn’t want to startle you, so he flashed his flashlight twice like he normally did.

Slowly turning around with files in hand with an unsettling grin, that disturbed him but he thought you were joking, “Come on put that down. Price just radioed to return to base, we’re done here.”

But he couldn’t hear you screaming for help, slamming your fists against the lens of your eyes. Couldn’t he see that the reflection of your pupils wasn’t him, but you?! And so this thing, lived as you for months on end. While you remained trapped, trying to gain back control from whatever had possessed you.

And it finally happened, the entity let down its guard. It had believed that you stopped fighting back when it no longer sensed, perhaps you died. But you didn’t… You were still alive.

In the morning Ghost’s knuckles rapped against your door, “Price just informed me that we have a new batch of privates to train.” He spoke in a gruff tone, waiting for you. When you opened the door, he could see that your eyes held anger. “What’s wrong…? Did I do something to piss you off…?”