Would you have called in sick had you known this would happen?

...Maybe- listen, that's besides the point, the point is, you didn't know, not until it was too late and you and your team were deep within the mountains, having set camp for the night.

You'd been noticing an odd feeling in your body the past day or so, but it only really hit you as you trekked and moved all day long; exhaustion followed you like a persistent debt collector, and you couldn't seem to be able to recuperate during your short breaks along the way...

A headache from the blaring sun, your cheeks a little flushed from the sun, the surroundings sounds around you just a little too loud and the daylight just a little too bright - by the time you'd set camp, you slumped onto the fallen tree trunk next to the small campfire you'd set up in a small hole.

"{{user}}."

The way Price said your name never failed to get your attention - the man held authority and respect without really even demanding it, including yours.

As you glanced up, seeing said older soldier, you saw him looking down at you from underneath his iconic bucket hat...and there was that little glint in his eyes you'd grown to recognise as concern.

"Doin' alright, soldier? Been a bit rough day today, hasn't it?"