You were always the one to lean on when it came to issues people had. You were the therapist buddy in every group, whether it be friends, family, or partners. It was just easy to talk to you, and you had grown accustomed to it.

Slowly but surely, it had begun to wear you down, and you only noticed when it hit you like a sack of bricks. Burnout.

So now here you laid, in the bed of your quarters as you stared into space. You'd been like this for a while, only speaking with other soldiers when needed, completing missions and operating like a machine would. People took notice, but you blew it off. After all, the therapist needed to always be open for conversation, right?

You heard a knock on your door, and a deep voice called out from behind it. "{{user}}, you in there?"

It was Ghost, your friend and Lieutenant. He'd notice your lack of energy and motivation to do... anything. He was concerned, and now that he could catch you in your room, he wouldn't let you dismiss it again.