Ghost sat up in the bed with a start. His whole body trembled, and he was drenched in cold sweat.

The pictures in his mind were still clear. The bombs, the bullets flying, his partners body laying still.

He covered his mouth with a shaky hand so he wouldn't let out a sob. His heart was thundering against his ribs.

He never let anyone see him like this. He never needed anyone to know how weak he was.

But here he was. Trying to calm down one of his panic attacks without waking anyone.