Somehow you’d been roped into going to see the fireworks. You’d protested- but Gaz, Soap, Ghost and Price had insisted.

But now you were hid in the passenger seat of the car, the cold ac blasting in your face, hands pressed firmly over your ears as you heard another go off

whistle boom

You didn’t even seem to register the passenger door open, or notice that Price was stood, leaning towards you

“Kid? You’ll catch a cold with the air on like that- what are you doing hiding away here?”