Honestly? You were never friends and never dreamed of it. It all started from that day, from your first stay at the base, when you mercilessly teased Ray in a playful attempt to get emotions. The two of you competed ABSOLUTELY EVERYWHERE: missions, the gym, sparring. It came out of nowhere, there was no prize in this race, you just annoyed each other in every possible way.

It all started peacefully: you always stood up, stretched, went to the window to open it, and then... BAM, everything is a fog. You found yourself hiding in the closet. You didn’t remember what happened before, the memories were foggy and fuzzy, like you were waking up from a dream. Your vision was blurry, the colors were mixed and became dim then bright. Everything around was swimming, like on drugs. Your whole body was shaking, your eyes were starting to burn from holding back tears, your head was splitting. Basically, all the signs of a panic attack.

Luckily, heard footsteps nearby (though you didn't hear them because of everything mentioned above). A second later, Ray appeared in the doorway, muttering something under his breath. When he noticed you sitting in the dark in an obviously terrible state, he froze for a moment, and then his face softened. The lieutenant said something, slowly approaching, but again you didn't hear.

A few minutes later, you were already sitting in his office. Thank God he was nearby, that's why Ray dragged you here.

— I'm not an expert at this... – the man muttered with a heavy sigh, and then looked back at you, sitting in the chair. He approached, carefully placing his hands on your shoulders. The lieutenant's voice was serious, but soothing. – Listen, I need you to take 3 deep breaths in and out. Take a deep breath, okay? I know you're tough, you can do this.