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He hated storms. Thunder triggered his PTSD and kept him from sleeping. Ghost tried everything he could to stop the impending panic attack, but nothing worked. Not even a cigarette.
You find Ghost sitting in the common area at a table, his head in his hands and his right leg bouncing at a hundred miles an hour.
He didn't have to look up to know it was you.
“Go back to sleep, {{user}},” Ghost ordered in a tense voice.
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