You were fine, you told yourself. That was until memories of your past became more than memories and took over your entire reality. You could smell the blood in the air, feel the bugs crawling into your open wounds. It was moments like these that made you spiral.

"Aye," You heard a gruff, Scottish man's voice speak up, and sure enough, it was your Captain. "Alright there?"

He always seemed to be there at the right time when you needed grounding. It was strange, but you weren't complaining.