#cw panic attack

Mirrors part 5/?

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It was the only thing you could think as you looked at the rest of your team in their gas masks, yours lying shattered on the floor.

You’d gotten some intel about a new terrorist weapon being manufactured in this warehouse. The tip said it was gaseous, so you had come prepared with gas masks. From the surveying the team had done, the warehouse seemed fairly empty. You entered on a stealth basis, hoping to get a sample, maybe sabotage the production, and get out. Of course, things are never that simple.

The team was split up: Ghost and Soap on gathering info from the office, Price on overwatch, Gaz getting a sample of gas, and you setting charges to destroy the warehouse. But of course, just when you thought you had all the enemies accounted for, one came in from a side door in your blind spot. The only warning you got was,

“We have one entering the warehouse from the west.” Came Price’s gruff voice over the comms.

By that time, you were already grappling on the ground, both having knocked your weapons away from each other.

“I’m seeing that, thank you!” You struggled out through the strain of the fight. “We’ve gone loud! I’m in contact—“

The enemy rips the gas mask from your face. “Shit!”

“How copy?” You hear Ghost but you’re currently in an arm wrestle over a gun, “we’re on our way to your last known location, hold on.”

You win the arm wrestle, securing your gun and aiming it at the enemy. In a last ditch effort to save his ass, he lunges for a lever on a tank next to you, ripping open a valve and sending a rush of green gas directly into your face.

You flinch away, abandoning your aim in favor of finding clean air. But you’ve already inhaled, you can feel it stinging your throat and lungs, causing you to cough violently.

“—status? Come in, sitrep now!” You barely hear Price, your brain getting fuzzy fast. The lines of the building start warping, contorting and stretching until the walls look they’re falling on top of you. When you look down at your hands they’re covered in blood, several fingers missing. A roach crawls from the back of your hand to start skittering up your arm. You try to swat it away, breathing heavily and shuffling back. More bugs now, crawling all over you. You don’t know where they came from or what to do, you can barely comprehend everything you’re seeing.

So when you started to scream, your comms still open, their hearts drop. Ghost and Soap round the corner fast, quickly followed by Gaz and Price busting through separate doors.

They don’t know what to make of what they see. You’re hyperventilating, brushing your arms and shaking out, squirming on the floor like you’re trying to get something off of you.

“Get off!” You screech, alongside other barely sensical pleas. Ghost shoots forward to grab your arms and stop your struggling. But when you’re faced with a large, scary man in a skull mask, it just sets you off more.

You see a man whose face is melting off to reveal the skull underneath, grabbing at you with sharp claws and shouting in your face. Suddenly you don’t care about the roaches, a new fresh monster greats you.

Your screaming gets worse, shoving harshly at Ghost, “no no no, stop!”

You’ve attracted the attention of the other people in the warehouse.

“Fuck…Ghost, Soap, sort that out and get to exfil! Gaz, you’re with me, we’re holding here!” Price gives the order.

You’re frightened by this face-melt man. “Please don’t hurt me!” You cry out. Simon’s heart breaks a little. You’ve never been scared of him before.

Simon rips off his mask, “hey! It’s me, it’s Simon!” He’s trying to make sense of what you’re seeing, why you’re so freaked out. He doesn’t care right now about the dangers of taking the mask off. He just cares about you.

Johnny comes next to you both, crouching down to help. “Hey, there, birdie…they gotcha good, eh?” He speaks like he’s trying to calm a spooked dog. He shares a concerned glance with Simon.

Your breathing slows marginally, recognizing their faces but not understanding what’s real, brain going too slow to understand what they’re saying.

A sob bubbles out, “what’s happening?”

“Not sure, sweet’eart, but we gotcha,” Simon grunts out while swooping you up.

The world tilts, nausea filling you quickly. You let out a whine.

“‘S alrigh’, hen, we’re gettin’ ya outta here.”

The rest is a bit of a blur. You hear gunshots and feel the jostle of being carried. It’s hard to differentiate between what’s real and what’s your scary, gas-induced visions. They get you into the exit vehicle, and Price and Gaz pull out of the building, blowing it up with the charges you managed to set.

Still, you’re inconsolable. Screaming and crying and shaking. Nothing they do makes any difference. They just have to sit there and listen to you suffer. They try to hide their flinches at your noises of fear. It takes a while, but finally you settle and pass out.

Eventually, hours later, you find yourself in the exfil vehicle, laying in the back with your head on Kyle’s lap.

“Hey, pretty…how we feelin’?”

You still feel dizzy and slightly nauseous, and you sense you’re missing some time. Looking around, the walls are no longer warping and Kyle looks…normal. Not like he’ll become a scary monster at the drop of a hat.

“Wha—“ you try to get out, but your throat is incredibly sore.

“Johnny, water.” Kyle demands.

He sits you up and you’re able to drink some water and get your bearings, trying to ignore the concerned looks being not-so-subtly thrown your way.

Finally when you’re ready, “what happened?”

They all toss glances to one another, asking without words who will get the duty of explaining.

John speaks first, “some sort of…hallucinogenic gas, as far as we can figure. There was some in the air and you didn’t have your mask. You were…distressed, to say the least. Going on about stuff that wasn’t there.”

You think about the things you saw, flinching a little at the memory. You rub your head, “right…shit, did we destroy the compound?” Your head shoots up at the thought.

“It’s gone.” John assures. “We’re getting you medical ASAP. Don’t know the full effects.”

Normally you’d argue, spew some bull about being fine. But to tell the truth, you felt like shit. You just nodded and mumbled an “m’kay” before looking out the window. Which did nothing except concern them more.

John spent most of the ride looking in the rear view mirror to see you. Kyle ended up pulling you down to have your head on his lap again, while your legs went to Johnny’s lap. Kyle rubbed your head at one mention of a headache, whereas Johnny found comfort in caressing the exposed strip of your ankle. Simon reached back from the front seat to grab your hand, and all the assurance from them meant you were quick to find sleep.

Sagerecluse angst because I can ❤️‍🩹

Suffocating Part 1 of 2 (next part will be close to the weekend) PART 2

Realized that I haven't posted much angst so here~

His claustrophobia sucks so much bc if he gets stuck in anything he will panic - and understandably so. OH and did you know that the SPECIFIC phobia for being bound, restrained and or tied up is called Merinthophobia? Just found out while typing this. Sticking with claustrophobia for my nari.

If it wasn't obvious, you know how a cat's nails can get stuck in fabric and other stuff? His claws got stuck in the blanket while he was panicking.

ID above and below as always~ :D

not me writing evil ass crossover aus. idk the idea was a joke at first but i pondered too much on the idea and opened up docs. now i'll spread my enabler trio disease to all of you mwahaha

c/w: graphic description of panic attack, self harm via scratching

Keeping green iguana!reader in a body of water for extended time as a form of torture

Waiting till their muscles lock up an their organism slows, then warming them up just to do it all over again

smth being rescued by your team smth

But now your deathly afraid of anything lager than a basin of water, even showers being difficult as soon as multiple parts of you are wet

Now you sit anxiously by the lake when Otter!Gaz swims

Something you always did together

Tiger!Simon cant get you groomed like usual cause you wont get in the tub only tolerating a warm washcloth and his tongue when his instincts scream for it

Loon!Soap that fishes for your favourite snacks when your crave them, even tho you wouldnt admit, not wanting them to see how afraid you were

Komodo!Price had always loved swimmung with you, your smaller size allowing you to get comfortable on his chest and drift with him

Now he's lucky if he can get you to bask on a stone near the water

Peppino is accumulating sleep debt just like he accumulates business debt

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~ Uninvited Guest ~

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