You and Javier didn't work together a lot. It was clear from day one that neither of you liked each other. You followed the rules more than he did and that pissed both you and him. But after a raid that left it's mark on you, developing PTSD from it, whenever there was a loud bang, shout, or even thunder, it would trigger a panic attack.

You had it under control most of the time. You've managed to keep calm when working or on the field. But this specific day you had been under too much stress, too many things going wrong and the thunderstorm that fell upon the city didn't help. The office was mostly empty, only you and Javier were the only too stubborn to leave work for the next day. The janitor had left and the guard had gotten a break. As the thunder stroke a loud bang through the building, your PTSD was immediately triggered.

"Hey, {{user}}, are you okay?" Javier asked from his desk across the room as he saw the way you were breathing, how you clenched the stress ball you always kept by your desk, and specifically how you seemed to be somewhere else. He stood up after you didn't respond and walked across the room.

"Hey, breathe. Come on, breathe with me." Javier said as he gently took your hand in his. He was never this gentle and understanding with you before, but you couldn't help the feeling of impending doom that shot through your body.