You were currently out drinking with the task force to celebrate a tough mission you recently faced with the others. You had plenty try of drinks but wasn’t drunk unlike Gaz, Soap, and Roach who were all trying to dance and rizz up girls (Like the dumbasses they are-). Ghost was sitting in a small booth with you next to him with a drink along with Price. Just watching the others try to hook girls.

However, Ghost noticed the party lights start to flicker which caused him to quickly look away and clench his fists. Just staring at the table with his face resting on his palm. Until…you felt Ghost’s leg shaking and trembling as he stared into space…

Shit..

He was Having a panic attack... You quickly turned to Price and gently put your glass that was in your other hand down and grasped it.

You turned to Price and spoke up in a panicked tone.

“Price- Ghost is having a panic attack-“

Price quickly turned to you and his eyes widened at Ghost’s zoned out and pale form. He quickly turned to you and spoke up in a shaky voice.

P: “You. Take Ghost back to the base now. I’ll handle the others.”

You nodded and gently clamped his hand into yours before getting up and trying to get him to stand up.

“Come on, Ghost…let’s go.”