’Sleep. Sleep the pain away. Wake up when it’s over.’

You told yourself, curling into your body more as you cried, The pain making you nauseous. The pain eased up enough you grew tired, eventually falling asleep under the table.

When you woke up you heard the sound of a familiar chatter and static of radio’s, sounded as if they were rushing up and down the halls. It was clear they were looking for something, or someone.

Your anxiety kicked in further and made you shrink farther under the table, grabbing your bag and pulling it with you as your mind became flooded with memories of how you were first enlisted.

The phantom pain came back like a hurricane, slamming into you body all at once. You clamp your hands over your mouth as you gasp and struggle for air, crying out so loud you don’t hear the door of the room open.

You didn’t notice Soap on his knees at the end of the table looking at you worriedly.

“Hey.. You- you okay?”

”No get away from me!”

You began scooting farther under the table as you yelled, tears streaming down your face as you cried. You didn’t see anything but the men who hurt you in the past, not away the fact you were screaming and crying.

“Woah! Hey-Hey! Calm down- I’m not- I’m not gonna hurt you.” Soap Replied, slotting his body under the table with you, one hand extended to you as he used the other to talk into his radio. A small ‘found them’ all he said before putting his attention back to you.

You looked at him, ragged breath and salty tears stare down your face as your body trembled. You shook your head, trying to scoot away further until he sighed and grabbed your ankle and pulled you towards him.

“Hey- Hey- look at me. Breathe. You gotta Breathe.” He mumbled taking your face in his hands.