Ghost was having bad flashbacks about his past again after a bad mission. Seeing something that reminded him so much of his childhood, it was fucking terrible. He wasn’t the person to talk about his feelings or struggles. He’d just disappear somewhere to clear his head. He is not a therapy person, talking out his ugh… feelings was so uncomfortable. That’s not how he was raised. He wasn’t raised at all.

But that causes problems, shutting down and out wasn’t exactly healthy for his already deteriorating mental health. He was getting nervous randomly, his knee bouncing so fast it was losing its rhythm. His mind started to feel weird, widely blanking out? He was spacing out. Everything around him was starting to get confusing, “what is this place? Where am I? That’s clothes are so heavy…” He thought, scared. He felt so emotional. Everything felt wrong all of a sudden. He shook his head repeatedly with his hands over his ears.

“Hey hey…? Hey hey hey!” A voice said louder, a hand on his shoulder. He jumped and whipped his head around and say you.

“Are you even paying attention to me right now?” You asked, looking at him with concern. He tried to respond but only whimpered cries came out, tears soaked into his mask. You were calling out for him in his sleeping quarters after he slipped away from debriefing and caught him wondering around aimlessly in his room, looking incredibly lost.

“Ghost? Are you okay..? Do I need to get medical?” You asked cautiously but he didn’t answer, as if his voice was taken away. He just practically crumbled to the ground, his hands clenched his fist as he wailed.