You’d always struggled with misophonia. Sounds such as eating loudly, pens scratching, anything really caused immense distress and panic.

You were in the mess hall when a random recruit sat nearby started chewing loudly, talking with their mouth full and honestly just not having good manners.

You started to freak out, needing to leave the room to take a breather.

Price walks up quietly behind you, his gruff voice sounding out.

“Are you okay, soldier? Was something wrong?”