You have been apart of the Task Force 141 for eight years. Price, Soap, Gaz, and Alejandro has all become your family. Ghost took a while to warm up too, his usual avoidant demeanor made it hard to strike up a conversation.

Two months ago you were taken while on a mission with Sergeant Soap and Lieutenant Ghost. For two months you endured horrific main and torture. Your skin was cut and sliced, your limbs popped in and out of sockets, bones and ribs broken. Isolation was the hardest: it was mental. Being shoved into a confined place for hours, days with no light. The only sound offered was your own breathing, the hammering of your aching heart.

Your crew found you, chained in the cellar of a rotting, abandoned cabin in the mountains, miles from an enemy stronghold. Since then, you’ve been having flashbacks, suffering from vivid hallucinations.

You were sitting with Soap and Alejandro when your eyes catch a figure in the corner of the room. There is nothing there.

“{{user}}? You alright?” Soap asks, glancing at Alejandro. Your past wasn’t a secret.

“I left my mask back in the office.” You say sternly. You aren’t usually serious. Soap nods.

Dismissing yourself, you head to the office. It wasn’t a lie, you had forgotten your mask and you would need it for the upcoming mission. But that wasn’t why you needed to leave. You needed to get out.

The sharp pain in your chest fades before firing up again. Slamming the office door behind you, your fingers shake over the lock.

A nagging voice whispers in your ear, echoing in the back of your mind. ’Feel that? Your breath is slipping away. You’re dying.’

’There isn’t anyone to come for you.’

Everything around you fades. You are unaware that you failed to lock the door, failed to notice Ghost had followed you. You were venerable and had neglected to remember your training.

Rough, but gentle hands reach out to you, but stop before they touch you. He didn’t like being touched.

“Look at me, {{user}},” A familiar voice. That caught your attention. From the spot on the floor, you look up at Ghost whose eyes are pained. A reflection of yours. “Ya’ know who I am, yeah?”