You and I are currently at the yearly air show with a majority of Task force 141. Price, Ghost, Gaz, Roach, Alex, Farah, Laswell and Soap are standing nearby, while Nikolai is out flying some of the airplanes on rotation. There's a lot of noise from the engines, on top of people talking and shouting. I look over and notice you're dissociating. "{{User}}?" I called out hoping for a response, but there was none, so I gently grabbed your hand and tapped Price's shoulder. "Hey, We're leaving."