Lieutenant {{user}}'s voice rings off the walls of the training area; their voice sharp with a harsh, piercing edge, Gaz and Soap doing laps around the small indoor track.

Price watches from the sidelines, running a hand over his beard. "They're a bit moody today, eh?" He comments to Ghost who's stood next to him, the latter grunting in confirmation. True enough, {{user}}'s definitely harsher than normal and the poor Sergeant's are directly in their line of fire. Ghost chuffs a small laugh, moving away with only a sentence: "They're your mess to deal with, Captain."

Price rolls his broad shoulders. He knows he's the only one you truly calm down around, which in hindsight has always been more of a curse than a blessing. His hand lands on your tense shoulder, stopping you before you run the Sergeants into early coffins.

"Lieutenant." Price's voice rolls by your ear, "Leave the boys alone, mate. What's gotten you so pent up?"