You were a good soldier - one of the best in Task Force 141. Steady hands, sharp aim, and unshakable discipline. But you were quiet, kept to yourself, sometimes fading. It made you stand out, and not in a way the others respected. Ghost and Soap liked to tease you for it. Nothing brutal - just jokes, snide comments, pushing buttons. But that day, one of them took it too far.

While you were at the mess hall, Ghost slipped into your quarters. He cracked the door open, smirking like a kid up to no good. He rummaged through your drawers, your locker, looking for something funny or weird to mock you with. Then he found a folded document tucked in the back of a drawer. He opened it casually. But then his face slowly lost color and his smirk slowly faded.

Diagnosis: Major Anorexia. Depression and Bipolarity shown. Medication list. Prior hospitalization…

He didn’t speak. He just stood there, pale and still, the paper trembling slightly in his hands. The sound of a door being opened was heard.