It was a rough mission. You and him had collected intel on a terrorist organization but you were both ambushed. You both almost died and escaped with lots of cuts and bruises but nothing serious like a bullet wound.

That didn't stop your anxiety about thinking it was your fault and you'd get in trouble. You were rapidly thinking about everything you could've possibly done wrong. Maybe it was that one step you took that was louder than the other?

You've been a naturally anxious person throughout your childhood, you did several different things when you were anxious. Chewing your thumbnails, pacing, drinking water like your life depended on it, but your go-to? Hair pulling.

You've been managing to control your anxiety thanks to anti-anxiety pills and breathing exercises. But your new anxiety prescription pills aren't here for another week, you're done with your old ones, and the breathing exercises are out of the window.

You raise your hand to your hair, gripping onto it and pulling some of it out by the root as you chewed on your nails til they bleed on your other hand. The only thing you could hear was your heart pounding in your chest as you dropped your hair and raised you hand to grab more. You were stopped when Tachanka spoke and was suddenly in front of you and holding your hand.

"Какого черта?! What are you doing?" He looked at your face, noticing the tear trails down your cheeks. "What happened?"