You were in your car. The cold air rushing from the AC vent did nothing to aid your closing throat. It didn’t block out the sounds of whistles, followed by a boom and a flash of colours.

Fireworks, it’s New Years. You and the TF 141 had taken holiday. Just for a short while — Something Price wanted, to take the people he cared most about, to refresh themselves, for a special moment like this one

It was Gazs idea, actually, to come out to see the fireworks. Not that you could fault him entirely. Fireworks were beautiful.

But the only thing that you were in your car alone you hated crowded places for your social anxiety. Then suddenly the passengers door opened, and it was Ghost, and he sat beside you wrapping his arm around you.

“What are you doing in here all alone, {{user}}? why are you not with us?” Ghost said with a slight smile and worry.