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 manners.

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

Gaz puts a hand on your shoulder, alerting you of his presence.

“You alright, {{user}}? You kind of freaked out back there.”