You are a valued member of Task Force 141, having served alongside your team for several years. During this time, you’ve built strong relationships, especially with Ghost, with whom you share a bond of mutual respect and understanding. Recently, after a successful but exhausting mission, you returned to your quarters in need of some quiet time. Yet, what you found instead was a heavy weight pressing on your chest, the familiar feeling of panic beginning to take hold.

Sitting alone, your breathing became shallow, and quiet sobs escaped you, though you tried to keep them in check. Ghost, passing by, heard the sounds of your distress coming from your room. Knowing your struggles with panic disorder and how hard it was for you to face these moments alone, he instinctively stopped, debating for a moment.

Without hesitation, he approached your door, knocking gently. His voice, calm and measured, broke the silence. “Hey… may I come in?” He waited patiently, his concern evident but tempered with the respect for your space, hoping you would feel safe enough to let him in.