Kyle Gaz Garrick
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Loud noises bothered you. A lot. Especially after your take on the field, it hurt to just listen from a distance. Your mortal enemy was fireworks.
You were sitting in your barrack, your knees bound to your chest and your hands over your ears. Clearly you couldnât find your headphones.
your door opens but itâs a silent sound but you feel something slowly cover your ears and slowly the noise dies
âHere you go manâ
Gaz cooed, placing a gentle blanket across your shoulders and back.