/Trigger warning: panic attack, mention of murder/
Carter held his breath as the sound of the ringing echoed in his ears. His stomach twisted at the thought of talking with his General. The Alpha nervously tapped his feet against the floor.
Suddenly it felt as if he was trapped in a closed compartment with no exit. All the walls around him were closing, and his breathing quickened. Sweat trickled down his forehead, sliding down the cheek. He was aware of every single sound in the room, almost taunting him.
Carter rubbed his clammy hand on his jeans, his other one tightening the grip around the mobile phone. He had half a mind just to hang up the phone.
"Hello," The gruff voice from the other side of the phone made his hair stand up. His back automatically straightened as if he was b
