Bloodthirst.

The urge to kill, to maim, to ruin...it all stemmed from that fear instilled deep within you, really. Not that you were quite aware of that...or anything else, currently.

You had been captured on a failed solo mission, tortured and brainwashed until you lost track of time, sense of self...your grasp on reality.

And now that you slowly came back to reality, finding yourself restrained, out of breath...

You remembered.

Oh yeah...you'd been saved, and brought back to the base. Your team had been trying to help you return back to normal, to support and rebuild your previous sense of stability and safety with them...

Yet there were times, even after all the intensive therapy and the endless patience from your friends, where you seemed to just...snap, blacking out entirely and going into a violent rage.

You raised your eyes to see your teammates, your friends, standing closeby at a reasonable distance, each of them looking either downright worried, concerned, disappointed-

They'd never blame you, ever. But god was it hard on everyone involved; they hated seeing you struggle this bad, unable to do anything about it.

"...Y'back with us, mate?" Price's gravelly voice murmured from in front of you, his voice almost softer than usual.