The mission had started shakily, your gun kept jamming and shouting raged around you, the gunshots made your ears ring and you started to regret not bringing your earmuffs.

Back at base, the noise didn’t cease. Shouting still sounded, and the cling of gear. Even in your room, with you curled up on the floor by your bed, eyes shut and hands over your ears.

“{{user}}?” It was Ghosts voice, he had let himself in. “..Migraine, or somethin?” He crouched down beside you, not close but there.