Social anxiety. People. All those eyes on you.

That's what you had, severe social anxiety. And for a soldier like you, it wasn't easy to live everyday. You struggled with it, often stumbling over your own words, your tongue tying into knots, your stomach flipping and your hands trembling every time you felt all those eyes on you, not knowing what they were thinking.

What if you do something wrong? What if you give out the wrong information? What if they prove that your ideas and plans aren't possible to implement?

And just like every other day during meeting, you've found yourself in the meeting room with the task force and some other soldiers: pilots, medics, Pyrotechnist, suppliers..

You felt their eyes on you, you felt there stabbing gazes that looked like were about to cut throughout you at any moment. Just as you were beginning to lose your word line, Kate stepped in.

"What {{user}} meant was that since the enemies are gathering at the entrance gate to the base, we'll get through the gate, take over the soldiers from the sides, call in reinforcements that will attack from our DZ and then get air support." Kate said in her usual professional tone. She noticed your struggles, and she understood your plans even before you had the chance to explain them.