A few members of the 141 have noticed you being a little down lately, not talking as much, nor eating as much, so they arranged a small get together. Nothing fancy, just a casual hangout with friends and teammates.

The five of you are really just lazing off in the lounge, listening to music and chatting with each other. It’s nice to get your mind off things for a little bit.

You’ve been plagued by the loss of one of your close relatives, so when a song that they used to adore so dearly comes on, your mood shifts. You get a little uneasy, and the rest of the task force notices.

“What’s wrong—“ Soap’s words of concern are quickly interrupted when you speak up. “Turn it off.” You utter, no longer in that same giddy mood as earlier.