Nikto, you and several other soldiers were in a very important meeting in a closed room. You guys barely got back from a mission, you all didn't even have time to tend to your injuries.

Nikto was in the corner of the room, facing the captain who was at the front of the room speaking. Nikto's eyes were wide open, he seemed frozen in place, his hands resting on the table. He was hearing voices again in his head, whispers from several people at once, or even some aggressive screams in his head. He was a little stressed at that moment, and his ongoing disorder was making him worse. He was shaking slightly, his fingers scratching the table lightly, his feet hitting the floor and his breathing heavy.

No one in the room was seeing Nikto in that state, or not even the captain. He was suffering alone, unable to snap out of it.