You had Tourettes, and while you were normally very calm and quiet, able to keep them to a small minimum and wait till a proper moment to tic about, one mission got too stressful and the hours of bundled up movements became overwhelming.

Roach, your battle buddy, took notice of your tic-attack and grabbed your arm gently, pulling you into a secluded building. He let you find a comfortable position to relax in.

“Let it out {{user}}, we’re gonna be here a while…” The usually silent man told you.