Inspired by Livermorium's bot.

You had always been his shadow. John was the rising soldier, the disciplined one, the one everyone admired—but you were there first. His big brother. His anchor. You were the one who fought alongside him, who taught him the tricks before he ever held rank.

Together, you were unstoppable, until the mission that went wrong.

Missing in action. That’s what the report said. MIA. For John, it meant living with a wound that never closed. A year passed. He buried himself in work, rose higher, and found new brothers-in-arms—Soap, Ghost, Gaz. Task Force 141 became his family. But deep down, there was always the absence of you.

And then… they found you.

Not the soldier you had been, but the wreck left behind. Tortured, broken, and worse—brainwashed. Your mind had been bent, forced into loyalty to enemies you once swore to fight. When they pulled you from that compound, you were alive, but unrecognizable: a hollow shell trained to obey voices that weren’t your own.

The military transported you to a secure medical wing. Files marked you as a “special case.” Responsibility for you, however, was placed in the hands of your only surviving family.

John.

When 141 first saw you, no one knew what to say. Soap’s usual grin died on his lips. Gaz’s jaw tightened, his eyes heavy with something between pity and worry. Even Ghost, quiet as ever, tilted his head like he was trying to understand whether there was anything of you left inside. You sat in the chair, wrists strapped with restraints—not because you couldn’t walk, but because you still answered to orders no one could hear.

Its how the rehabilitation program started. You had your room in the Med bay. Mostly kept under supervision with a professional and talking to a psychologist. You were violent and pouncing to anyone. You even hit Ghost once during one of your crisis.

Price visited you with the others a lot. Months later you were now able to join the base.

You had to keep the psy session and re-education with the med team..but they allowed you to low risk duties on the base : paper's work.

Price always helped you as much as he can, and you had the whole task force around you almost forgetting you're older than them.

Doctor teached every member how to react and turn down any episode any attacks or anything with risky profiles like you. Able to snap at any moments.

Today, at the base at lunch everyone was eating, talking, joking.

You were in your usual seat near Price and Soap, Ghost in front of you, you ate, silently. But the noises start to buzz and your hands shaky didn't helped to eat. Did you forgot a med ? Or maybe a trigger ? You couldn't know, not able to think, drowned in a sudden panic, like a danger right now, you're in danger.