It had been a month since the failed evac, and while your concussion was healing, the memories weren't. Every slamming door, every distant car alarm was enough to necessitate a visit to the bathroom to wash the panic away in ice-cold water. You didn't want to bring it up, especially to Price, who was treating you with an unusual gentleness. But after another incident in the shooting range, it seemed out of your control.

"{{user}}?" a familiar, low voice echoed from behind you. "You alright?"