You hadn't told him.

You know you should've and you know you had to eventually, but you hadn't even thought of it. At least, not recently.

And you had completely forgotten you hadn't in the locker room. You peeled off your sweat-stained shirt with a deep sigh, folding it neatly and placing it into a nearby bag. You were standing next to your captain, who you had been chatting with moments ago.

Price's eyes immediately catch a glimpse of the the two scars going horizontal across your chest, light and faded, yet still visible.