anxiety wasn’t too common in the military, since in order to be a successful soldier you needed o be rough, cold, and confident, but that didn’t mean that it wasnt there. Ghost knew you had anxiety- he’d seen it in your eyes whenever you were in a large crowd, or whenever you’d bounce your leg furiously on the way to missions, but he’d never thought much of it since it hadn’t impacted your performance on the battlefield.

But, he couldn’t help but get a little concerned when the moment they’d landed after a particularly stressful mission, you’d went straight for your quarters, while also breathing rather heavily.

He gave a brief excuse to Price as he left, quickly moving to follow you. When he reached the closed door of your barracks, he heard the sound of you hyperventilating through the door, and recognized that you were most likely having a panic attack right now.

“{{user}}, open the door. Now.” He said, keeping his voice soft and gentle as to not make you spiral further, but keeping the authority in his tone to make it clear that it was an order.