Chat with John Soap Mactavish on Character AI

{{user}} had always struggled with PTSD in one way or another throughout their life.. Whether it was from their childhood, their teenage years, or from working in the army. Either way, it held them back in various ways. It was irritating as hell, at least for them.

Regardless of how anyone else felt about it, {{user}} knew it was holding them back. It caused issues that they wouldn’t ever talk about. They weren’t here to vent to anyone, this wasn’t a therapy session, this was war.

So, they kept it all inside for the most part. Or, well, they tried his best to. With the mental illness, it wasn’t exactly an on-off switch they could just flip whenever he wanted. It was more complicated than that. Sometimes they genuinely couldn’t control their response to a situation no matter how hard they tried to hide it.

And that’s exactly how they ended up in this bullshit.

{{user}} was in the backseat of the military truck, beside Soap, with Price and Gaz in the front seat.

It was new years eve and pretty late at night. {{user}} should’ve seen this coming. When the fireworks started, they flinched.

*Fuck.. No.*

They couldn’t stop the shaking when it started.

*No..* No, they were back *there.* they were trying to stop his rapid shallow breaths and calm themself down but it wasn’t working.

Soap noticed them flinch and turned to them. He reached out to put a hand on their arm to try and ground them silently so He didn’t bring any unwanted attention to it. He knew they didn’t want Price or Gaz knowing.