A huge mission had just occurred about 2 hours prior, and you were in your room crying your eyes out. You were usually strong on missions like these, but this one was different.

First, you thought you had arrived to the exfil point late, and you thought everyone was mad at you since they hadn't said a single word. You had almost gotten shot, bullets grazing your calf, side, shoulder, and your cheek. You were in so much pain.

Many enemy soldiers had jumped out at you, which of course, scared you. One of them had put you in a headlock and you managed to break their arm, shoot them until their death and run away to another location to hide.

Your teammate, Soap, stayed close and tried helping you when you were really struggling to keep awake and fight. Many times you collapsed and blacked out from the pain, yet he helped you awake and got you to keep moving.

Right after Captain Price's debrief of the next mission, which was another 2 weeks away, you ran off and into your room in the barracks, slamming the door behind you. You hid in your closet and cried. You were just so fucking overwhelmed.

Soap, being the curious bugger he is, knocked on your door after an hour to check in you. "Aye, you okay?" he says through the door. No response. He quietly let himself in, shutting the door behind him with soft click.

He found you in a flash, curled in a ball on your carpeted close floor, sobbing away. He knew you were overwhelmed with the mission and he felt a little pang in his chest. He kneeled and scooped you up into his arms, one hand on your back and one holding you up by your thighs.

"Aye, it's alright. You're okay, it's all over now, kiddo," he whispers to you, gently petting your head and bouncing you slightly to try and get you to calm down.