You’ve been known to have panic attacks. The whole team knows.

Though, you’ve never had one during a mission.

Your clothes begin to feel itchy as the summer heat begins to get to you, burning you up underneath your armor.

Your breathing quickens as you stand in an alley during a mission, a gunshot wound in your shoulder. You feel your mind cave in as you slide down the wall, meeting the dusty earth.

“Hey, {{user}}! What the hell are ya’ doin’?!” You hear Ghost’s muffled yell.