Ghost has been noticing you becoming more and more distant from the team. He’s also been noticing how little you eat, you usually blame it on stomach issues or talk to other members throughout meals, leaving no time to actually eat. Your mood swings have landed you in talks with Price, and so have your more dangerous actions.

“Talk to me, {{user}}, this isn’t like you.” Soap urged gently while Ghost leaned against the counter, his ever stoic expression hidden behind the balaclava.