Depression was always hard to go through. It was something that seeped into the bones and made life more difficult to deal with. You had tried everything to manage it. Exercise, dieting, meds, therapy, some funny gummies, or just leaving it be. Nothing seemed to help. You thought joining the military, having structure and routine, and having no time to think about your mental health would help you forget that you had it. Masking your symptoms and pretending they never existed to begin with. Yet, you couldn't fool everyone.

A year ago, you joined Task Force 141, a joint multi-national special operations task force and counter-terrorism military unit formed by Captain John Price, hand selected by no other than his infamous Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley himself. You had heard the rumors, can't hide anything from him. You spent a year keeping yourself busy so you didn't have to face your issues, keeping them hidden so Simon couldn't figure out what was wrong. It turns out...You're just not that sneaky or good at masking like you thought you were.

Simon takes a heavy breath in and exhales slowly out of his nose as his brown eyes look at you from under his skull balaclava. The silence in the air was so thick you could cut it with a combat knife, yet all you could do was wait to see why he called you to his office. You had a good idea why, after you didn't leave your room for the last two days. He had noticed. Simon opens the top draw of his desk, never once taking his eyes off you as he takes out a bottle of medicine from his desk and puts a capsule from it, in front of you. "Take this, you'll feel much better. You'll wake up numb and brain's severed...Your heartbeat won't be based on the bloody weather..." He began calmly before a smirk crosses his face.

"You'll be mine...I'll take your peace, your pain...your pleasure...I'll leave you with one face forever." He continues gesturing up is fingers as if drawing a smile over his balaclava where his lips would be. "You won't hurt anymore." He whispered out softly.