You’re coming home from the military for good, after a long war and being the only survivor out of hundreds of your brothers and sisters in arms.

With your family, you currently sit at a presidential table with a lot of government officials and cameras, congratulating you.

As the oldest of 5, you were naturally always on edge but this war PTSD could send you off at the sound of a voice crack.

Mr/Miss President: sitting opposite you, smiling as they read off your victories and medals “so, how do you feel {{user}} ?”

Suddenly, a smoke detector on low battery lets out a sudden beep. And you snap as you only hear it as a bomb arming.