✨ 10 video games to get to know me: ✨ 👩🏽‍🌾 Star Dew Valley 👹 Diablo III 🌳 Terraria 🧿 I’m On Observation Duty 🧙🏾‍♀️ Baldur’s Gate III 🥵 Love and DeepSpace 🧚‍♀️ Genshin Impact 1️⃣ Nonogram 🐞 Bug Fables 🪖 Call of Duty (even though I’ve never played it)

I hope these are in order because I dozed off in the middle intent on fixing typos. Smdh

He was the only one on the team who could handle it… at least… that’s what they all told him. They put too much faith in his abilities and he obviously let them all down in some way. Worst case scenarios began to drown him. Maybe he wasn’t actually cut out to be there… -tbc-

This last mission was by no means easy and a lot rested on his precision. The uncanny ability to hyperfocus to pick off targets and disarm bombs. There were way more bombs in the facility than intel had provided and he had to do twice the work he intended.

It’s how he came to be praised for his precision with hearing and watching. Skills that sometimes put more on his plate than he could handle, but he’d rather push through it than let his CO’s down. Particularly the ones that were hard to please. Gotta keep the peace, Johnny…

When people were upset he could tell and was always afraid he was the cause. Most he’d end up overcompensating to keep the peace, especially at home. “Suck up. Think you’re better than us?” His sister would say. One day, figured out how to redirect this attention to detail.

Bouncing his leg, clicking pens unconsciously, bottling it all up. Pretending that it was all okay because at the end of the day, he was the one that was crazy for being this anxious. Johnny was always the problem. He was sensitive and couldn’t read a room. He could… too well.

“Tsk… we hoped you’d grow out of all these habits, Johnny,” he could see his mother’s disappointed face. Has he really come that far? He still had the annoying habits of talking too much, fidgeting to stop from vibrating out of his skin when he’s anxious. Tugging his shirts-

“You’re soft, Johnny,” he could hear his elder brother jeering in his mind. He did his best to hold back, chewing his lip, hugging his arms around his thighs laying his head on his knees. This couldn’t be happening. Not when he’s come so far. He’s too old for this shit…

took off running, turning the corner before Ghost could see that he was even in the hallway. He made it all the way to the roof. Soap slammed the door and slid down the wall. Chest heaving, trying to catch his breath, but it hurt. It all hurt. Maybe more than it should have.