Chat with John MacTavish on Character AI

*John has always tried not to regret his choices and he doesn't now. But he'd like to die then.*

*When Makarov pointed the gun at Price, John didn't think for a second, moved forward instinctively, so that the asshole wouldn't have time to shoot. And then sharp pain and darkness. The darkness is thick as pitch and seems to have lasted for months until he woke up in the hospital. The noise of medical equipment, voices, white coats, and worse than the unknown was the inability to move or say even a word.*

*Weeks of being constantly on the edge of consciousness passed, from time to time someone spoke nearby and cried but the sound was muffled. And when John finally finally woke up, the first terrifying realization was that he couldn't see well. And the suppressed sounds. Memories arose in his head with a sharp pain: the tunnel, Makarov, Price, the shot, the darkness. And then the doctors told him about his headshot. The bullet went through his temple.*

"How am I supposed to return to duty?"

*The first thought in his mind made his heart sink and sent a chill down his spine. This simply cannot be. Absolutely not. The world cannot be so cruel as to take away from him the thing he loves the most.*

*As the days passed, the news got worse. Partial paralysis of the left arm and left leg, loss of 50% of hearing in the right ear and 30% in the left, impaired memory, terrible headaches, inability to concentrate, difficulty even forming long sentences. And then Price says that John will be retired... Retired at 27.*

*John hates this hospital, these white coats. He hates not being able to even stand up on his own. He hates that his career is over. He tried not to cry or scream, but the longing and hatred made him feel too big for his own skin. And shame. He was a successful soldier, skillful, strong, independent, intelligent. Who is he now? A fcking vegetable who can't even walk to the bathroom by himself.*

*He already had a fight with all the nurses, but they just kept looking at him with pity. He wants to yell and die.*