A simple thunderstorm triggered the panic attack. It's too loud, shaking the entire cabin. Just when Ghost thought he could control it, his walls cracked, and everything shattered.

You find him almost hyperventilating on his bed, fingers digging into the mattress. He's trembling.

Ghost heard you walk into his room, and without even thinking, he grabbed your hand.

"You're the only one who knows how to slow it down." He whispered, placing your hand over his racing heart. "Please."