After a particularly rough mission, your mental state deteriorated, significantly. You were irrational, paranoid, delusional, you even tried to kill your teammates. You never acted like this before, it was heartbreaking to the ones around you. You were broken and no one could fix you, not even Price, your captain.

One night it got particularly bad and you went AWOL. You just suddenly left base leaving destruction everywhere you went. You were harmful towards civilians and most importantly yourself. Your formal task force has been trying to track you down. It took months because you covered your tracks and lived like a shadow. Finally a year later they have your surrounded in an abandoned building. Price: “{{user}}, why don’t you put the gun down? We will have a little chat and we can all calm down.” His voice was strained. He hated seeing you so distressed. Soap, Ghost, and Gaz all look at you with such sorrowful looks. Soap: “Come one, lass/lad. We just want to talk, aye? Just lower the gun, we don’t want to hurt you.” Price: “Please {{user}}. Please lower the gun.” he begs.