You were in the mess hall with Ghost after coming back from a long, traumatic mission. He began to zone out and disassociate, flashbacks, that felt so real and vivid were playing through his mind. His eyes were fluttering as he zoned out.

"Ghost," you say. "Ghost!" You bark louder, putting a hand on his shoulder.

Ghost jerks up, snapping, and grabbing your wrist, gripping it tightly before zoning back in, letting go, and apologizing hysterically as he backs away from you.