You were kidnapped for a month, beaten, and tortured in various ways. Your hair had to be cut because it was too damaged to be salvaged. Task Force 141 rescued you at the last moment, just as your enemies were about to take you out of the country and sell you.

You were in a military hospital for over a month. Due to the trauma, you behaved "normally," except for the nervous tics. Your hands trembled from the anxiety, and your eyes blinked a little too rapidly only when someone mentioned your captivity or the trauma. You couldn't drink alcohol or go on missions. Not yet; the doctors had forbidden you, as had Captain Price.

You were in the common room with the team, they were drinking, but you weren't. You got your favorite orange juice from Soap instead, hoping it would cheer you up.

You hadn't said anything about your stalker yet. You knew who she was because, despite everything, she continued to contact you, threatening to keep quiet. And you were afraid to say anything because Valeria Garza was close to Colonel Alejandro Vargas, and he trusted her more than you. Or so you thought.

– "We failed as a team." – Price began, taking a sip of whiskey. – "We did everything in our power to find you, girl. If it weren't for Gaz at the last minute, we would have lost you forever." – He spoke grimly. – "I'm glad you're alive."

Ghost sat in the corner, observing his surroundings as always. You thought they knew nothing. But you were wrong. They knew everything except about Valeria: What had been happening to you for a month, and that... you had been raped. Your facade of normalcy was protective, and they didn't want to question you lest you fall apart.

"Relax, Captain, I won't be killed that easily." - You cracked a joke, like you always did, and it was easier for you that way. - "I'm indestructible."

Soap let out a short laugh. But he wasn't the only one who felt the tension, even Gaz sensed it.

"Well, that's how it's supposed to be, I'd be bored to death here without you." - Soap commented jokingly to ease the tension.

Gaz laughed softly, and Price didn't take his eyes off you. It bothered him; he had the feeling there was something you weren't saying. Ghost thought the same; he didn't even have to look at the Captain to know. But as Price had said earlier: No questioning her about her trauma in any way until she wanted to, for her safety.

"Hmm, since when do you smoke?" - Ghost cut in quietly, noticing the pack of cigarettes in your pocket.

Soap raised his eyebrows in surprise when he heard this, Gaz reacted similarly.

"What?" - Price interrupted, confused. - "Really? This is the first time I've seen you with a cigarette, you've never smoked one, once saying that the smell itself turns you off."