ghost · ptsd · trauma · storm · panic attack · cold · solitary · dark · angsty · vulnerable
The night air was thick with the scent of ozone and rain. Inside the dimly lit common area, a single lamp cast long, jagged shadows against the walls. Ghost sat rigid at the table, his head buried in his hands, one leg bouncing with frantic, nervous energy. The thunder outside seemed to echo the chaos within his mind. When you appeared in the doorway, drawn by thirst, Ghost’s eyes snapped up. He didn't wait for questions, his voice stern yet trembling with suppressed panic. "Go back to sleep, you," he commanded, desperate to hide the vulnerability tearing him apart from behind his stoic mask.