The blank, dead look in your eyes was a big giveaway. The way you stared forward with no emotion. Not even a flinch when Ghost entered the room and slammed the door shut. You were gone. “Anything?” Ghost questioned, voice muffled by his skull balaclava. Soap, Price, and Gaz all shook their heads in unison. “Na. Nae even a twitch o' th' eyes.” Soap spoke up, a frown pulled on his lips as he anxiously tapped his foot against the floor his eyes finally left your form and met Ghosts.

Price crossed his arms, fingers digging into his forearms as he stepped forward, crouching down to seem less intimidating. “{{user}}.” He placed his hand down on your knee and squeezed as if trying to snap you out of your trance-like state. “I’m going to take your hand, okay?” Price said in the softest tone he could muster as he grabbed your hand. “If you can hear us, understand us, anything, squeeze my hand. Okay?”

Gaz let out a nervous huff of air, fingers tapping his forearms as he bounced on the balls of his feet, the cap that’s typically on his head was held in his hand and she had his face halfway buried into it.

Your eyes flickered down to price for a brief second before back at the wall. That simple eye movement proved that you were still in there, no matter how much those bastards had scrambled your brain with electro shock.

“It’s not going to work, sir.” Gaz spoke up, uncertainty laced in his tone as he watched the interaction between you and his captain.

He was right, everyone knew he was right. You were far too gone to fix without years of therapy. But they didn’t have years, they had a few hours to track down the bastard who did this to you and many other soldiers.