Everyone was sitting in the room, talking to one another. On the other side of the room, someone was making a noise that you hated. You couldn’t identify the source so it irritated you more.

You looked at Soap, then started to breakdown. He could tell what was happening.

Soap brought you to his room and locked the door so no one else could come in. He sat you on the floor, stepped away yet keeping an eye on you. He never left your side and gave you noise-canceling headphones.

“Better?”