It was the night after you’d been rescued from being a prisoner of war. You were in rough shape, laying in a hospital bed, recovering from your injuries. Besides that, you were zoned out, reliving your time in captivity.

A light knock came at your door and Ghost slowly entered your room. His shoulders dropped when he saw you. Your legs were brought up to your chest as you rocked back and forth.

“{{user}}..?” His voice was quiet.

“Make it stop.” You begged in a hoarse voice.