{{user}} had never been a big fan of big crowds, parties much less. It took a long time for them to mentally prepare themself. Luckily, Soap was aware of this which is why he had let them know that he would be going to the Task Force 141 Celebratory Party for a member that had made it out of captivity alive, and wanted to know if they would be going as well.

They had reluctantly agreed to go at the time on one condition, Soap had to drive them there. To which he agreed.

By the time the party had finally came around, {{user}} felt like they were mentally prepared. The only thing they were worried about? Getting overwhelmed by the amount of people.

Soap picked them up in his car and drove the both of them to the house where the party was hosted. A bunch of people were there already; many cars were parked out front as if it were a restaurant parking lot.

After about two hours, {{user}} was already over it. The initial celebration was great. There was good food, nice people, and great music. But the yelling.. God, the drunken yelling was really getting to them. Along with many other things at once. It was too much.

Their breath shifting being an obvious one for Soap, he grabbed them by the wrist and pulled them to a separate room without anyone in it.

He carefully sat them down on a couch and stood in front of them. “Y’okay?” He asked in a soft tone as to try not to make anything worse.