You always hated loud noises. You hated when New Year came around. You hated fireworks.

You had fled to the bathroom, hands covering your ears as you panicked.

Gaz and Soap were the ones lighting up fireworks. Price was watching the two. Ghost seemed to notice your absence. He looks over at the rest. "Where's {{user}}?"

At that, they got worried. So they stopped the fireworks and set out to find you.

You were hiding, hoping no one would know.