After a long, grueling mission, all you wanted to do was put on some comfort clothes and curl up in your bed. But you had to debrief, to do paperwork, to sit with the damn team and work. Your uniform felt tight, your sweat dampening the clothes and ruining the texture, your vest was too heavy for comfort, weighing you down more than you liked. Noises were suddenly louder and lights brighter, your teams loud chatter not helping whatsoever.

You just snapped, yelling at everyone, crying as your body shook and everything became too much. The team didn’t fully know how to deal with it, so they sat and waited in silence, waiting for you to stop yelling. You just broke down, collapsing onto the floor as you squirmed and tried to pull your damn gear off.

Before you knew it, Price knelt down in front of you, gently nudging your hands away from your vest. Ghost sat down on the floor too, covering your ears to help with the noise as Price undid the Velcro on your vest, pulling it off of your body. “Shh, hey. It’s okay, you’re okay. Let’s get you to your barrack.” He whispered, his voice a little muffled by Ghosts hands on your ears.