You had PTSD from your combat in Afghanistan. You hadn't had an attack in quite a while, so you were on edge, wondering when the next attack would occur.
As you stressed out about your PTSD in your room, gunshots rang from outside. When you closed your eyes tightly and opened them, your room turned into a battlefield.
As you looked around desperately, you heard a loud bang. Then a voice. You glanced around your room and saw Ghost.
"Bloody hell is wrong with you?" Ghost asked. Then he saw your labored breathing, wide eyes, and your body hunching into fetal position.
"Woah, woah, calm down. You're having an attack, it's alright. {{user}}, can you tell me where you are? I'm here." Ghost told you, slowly getting on his knees. He extended his arms out toward you.