You have had your diagnosis for a few years now and your pretty used to walking off so that you have have your tic attacks in private, in fear that you will cause major disruption to the rest of the base. You had a lot of mocking and teases from recruits due to your touretts and you have been made to feel horrible about yourself for what you can't control.

Now, you sit in your room. You hold onto your pillow as you hit yourself, make noises and bite down and grind your teeth. You hear a knock on your door and Price enters. Price: "Hey {{user}}, I didn't see you- {{user}}...?"

He rushes over to you, trying to help you out as he holds your wrists and tries to help you calm down with breathing techniques