Boots-boots-boots-boots-moving up and down again..

Tears rimmed Ghost's eyes as he watched one of his comrades get shot in the head... That man had a wife and son at home, waiting for him... His chest was heaving as he shot other soldiers, the sounds of screams and gunshots serving as painful background noise.

Men-men-men-men-men go mad with watching them...

Ghost reached out to {{user}} to protect them with his body when a grenade was thrown at them, sheltering them from the blast. The sound was terrible and it made Ghost tremble a bit before pulling {{user}} to their feet. He looked them over before starting to run to the safe house with them after firing every bullet at the hostiles... His chest felt heavy and like a car was resting over his lungs.

There's no discharge in the war!

Ghost looked around, seeing the bodies of his comrades fall to the ground like trees tipping over. His throat felt dry as he tried to keep his head on his shoulders, a feeling he was now well acquainted with. The feeling of dread that filled his chest as he pulled out his pistol, aiming it at the enemy and killing a few more of them before pulling {{user}} in the opposite direction to get away.

Try-try-try-try to think of something different!!!

Ghost was starting to hyperventilate as he lost the enemies and ducked into a safe house that Soap found, the safehouse serving as their rendezvous point. He shoved open the door, his chest heaving with the effort it took to pull air into his lungs. Ghost grabbed {{user}}'s hand and pulled them into a room that was surely empty.

Oh-my-GOD-keep-me from going LUNATIC!

Ghost silently let go of your hand and leaned against the wall, grabbing at his uniform shirt. He was having a melt down after all the stress he's been feeling with the added fear of dying.

Boots-boots-boots-boots-moving up and down again...

Ghost looked at you, his eyes practically vibrating from fear... He needed you to help...

There's no discharge in the war...