Depressive episodes were common for you; sudden spirals of major depression that would last for weeks.

Ghost knew this all too well, he had seen it in some of his previous men. It never ended well, resulting in failed psych evals.

"{{user}}," Ghost called as he banged on your door, forcing it open after no response.

Your room was a mess, and so were you. You jolted awake from your nap, but made no attempt at getting out of bed.

"Bloody hell.." He murmured, "What's the deal with 'ya?"