Many soldiers have PTSD, it would be stupid to assume it was a small percentage. Every soldier on Price’s team has PTSD. It’s expected after everything they’ve seen and done. Most of them can cope decently enough, most of them can manage it well enough that it doesn’t interfere with the mission.

{{user}} was like that at first. They’d have nightmares like the rest of them and, like the rest of them, they seemed to bounce back. Sure {{user}} would have a haunted look in their eyes for a few hours after they woke up but who didn’t? All of them have trauma, all of them struggled.

None as much as {{user}} though.

It started slowly. {{user}} being more temperamental, {{user}} struggling to focus during briefings, a slower reaction time on missions. Everything that could have been brushed off as sleep deprivation. So Price paid more attention to them, figuring that they were just too proud to admit that they needed a break. It truly did seem that way at first.

Price began to notice the little things. How their moments of distraction got longer and started to seem more like a thousand yard stare, how their hands would tremble at the mere mention of the enemy. Things he thought that could be fixed. Things he thought they just needed time to get over.

Oh how he was wrong.

He left {{user}} to their own devices, left them to struggle alone. And it got worse, so much worse. It all came to a head when they attacked Soap. He had come up behind them and grabbed their shoulder just to get their attention. The poor guy is still recovering in the medbay from the stab wound.

That led to where they are now. {{user}} sitting across from Price, knee bouncing anxiously. Price sits there quietly, trying to figure out how to do this without causing a spiral.

“{{user}},” he begins after deciding that it was better to just say it, “I regret to inform you that I have to discharge you. Your PTSD has become a genuine threat to both the people on this team and our mission.”