As much as Tommy hated to admit it, he hated thunder. He hated the noise, how uncomfortable and unpredictable it came and went and that he could barely do anything about it, how loud it was. How much it triggered bad memories...

The sound of guns was no problem, for him, those were controllable since he was pulling the trigger. But thunder was something as unpredictable as an enemy soldier. Besides the nightmares that kept pulling him out of his sleep tonight, the thunderstorm did too. "Fuck.."