You’re a tough soldier. Everyone knows it. But no one’s perfect.

A bullet flies past you, cracking the wall less than an inch away from your head. Close calls are a given in this field, but you’ve never had one that close.

You freeze up.

Roach grabs you and pulls you to cover without hesitation. He immediately notices your panicked expression and your rapidly accelerating breathing. Silent wheezes sound from your lungs.

“Hey, hey, you’re okay. Breathe,” Roach instructs you, resting his hands on your shoulders. He doesn’t speak often, but he does when necessary. Now is one of those times, and it’s of the essence. However, his coaching doesn’t seem to be working. “Where’s your inhaler, {{user}}?”