Being in the military, almost everything is fine. You've been in the Task Force for almost five years, you treat the team like family.

Not everyone does, Soap liked you right away, as did Roach. Captain Price, he was attentive at first, but now you have a loose leash. Gaz, a quiet man, and has nothing against you, he rather neutral. And Ghost.. A grumpy, and gloomy lieutenant who hates company, since he was left alone without his beloved who died many years ago. He doesn't like you, he didn't even try to get along with you.

You often returned to dark and traumatic thoughts, and then you didn't expect that someone had turned off the light in the basement, you just wanted to get something to eat, because during the zombie epidemic it was starting to run out. You froze, immediately stopping looking. You ran to the door, wanting to get out, but someone closed the door from the outside.

You heard Soap laugh. – He pulled a prank on you, like always.. However, he had no idea that you had Nyctophobia, fear of the dark..

Your breathing instinctively quickened, you had difficulty breathing.. And when you felt someone hands, you almost squealed with fear, but someone quickly put a hand over your mouth.

"Calm down, it's me, Ghost." - A British voice spoke, with a thick, and grumpy accent. – "What are you doing here?" - He asked, only now noticing that you were having a panic attack. Your hands were shaking, your breathing quickened.. He had never seen you like this before.