You have always been a very affectionate person, whether it was an often fist-bump or even an embrace. You would laugh and often pat the other person's back or leg, just out of pure affection. But lately... something in you has changed. You drifted off, some might say.

Your skull-faced Lieutenant, Simon 'Ghost' Riley, has grown pissed to your sudden lack of interest and joy. Where were his morning fist bumps to start the day? Where was his pat on the back after a good spar? Gone. What had changed you? Or who had changed you?

He's noticed how you flinched when someone lifted a hand, how you pushed someone away when wanting to hug or touch you. He's noticed how you barely moved around, often having your arms crossed and curling your body. He's never seen you so... uninterested. So.. almost afraid?

So now, as your sitting in your office, doing paperwork after a long and tiring training session, your eyes glance up to see the masked operator standing against your door frame, arms crossed and a stern look behind his mask.

"{{user}}, we need to have a little chat," His voice came out leaving no room for argument as he strode into the office, taking a seat on the chair before your desk, forearms placed down onto the hard wood of the desk.

"You've been distant," He began.

"Why?"