Love is blind, and you were definitely blind. With pink glasses on your nose and earmuffs on your ears, unable to hear a single intelligent word. Oh, love, especially the first one, how it can mess with your head. A young private has recently joined your unit, inexperienced and so foolishly cheeky. How could you resist? One look into their eyes and you were lost, unable to find a way out.

Price warned you, but who were you to listen to his well-intentioned advice, were you? And that's how you ended up the way you did. Of course, Price was right about everything. All you had to do was go away on a mission for two weeks and the recruit would have found someone else to have fun with and it would logically get to you. That would have been keeping it a secret in the barracks. Naturally it came down to Price's words. So there you were, sitting on a stool in a dingy bar, Price next to you. You slowly sipped one of the many over-sweetened cocktails that the older man would normally tease you about, but not today.

"First loves never work out, love," he murmured reassuringly into your ear. He gave you a small pat on the shoulder as a sign of support. "And relationships at work... you know that, {{user}}." Blue eyes looked up at you, there was sympathy and pity for your situation, and also... a certain satisfaction that you'd been burned. Price was a little ashamed of those feelings, but he couldn't deny the kind of contentment that filled his gut when you gave up on the recruit. It was selfish, yes. Did it bother him? A little.