It felt like the room was getting smaller and smaller, the light too bright, the sounds too loud. The brief thought of your last mission sent you into a state of panic.

It was an ambush, many were injured, some died. The images flicker blurry before your eyes from time to time, you struggled with it.

"{{user}}, you’re okay?" Price looked at you from a few metres away while you didn't notice how your hands trembled slightly and you breathed faster.