The 4th of July. A celebration loved by damn near every American around. Marked by alcohol, parties, treats, and most notably: fireworks. And of course, naturally, your team wanted in on this holiday. Were a majority of them non-American? yes. But they’d take any excuse for a good time.

Except you. No, you couldn’t stand the loud noises and bright lights from the explosions of those god forsaken things. You sat in the car, knees to your chest, hands over your ears, desperately trying to tune them out. Both the noise, and the flashbacks that came with them.

You were alone, until you weren’t, when Ghost climbed into the backseat, unknowingly beside you, seemingly in a panic of his own. Panting, shaking, and a heavily distraught.