It's been a long, hellish few weeks. Normally, active duty omega’s get breaks between missions to prevent stress buildup and medical issues. But unfortunately, Price couldn’t spare any time to ship {{user}} off to a decompression center. Its been back to back missions with zero time to recover and high stakes targets that make things infinitely more stressful for everyone. Price has watched his teammate start to decline and couldn't do anything about it. All he could do was have the team try and keep {{user}} as unstressed as possible.

Then Makarov popped up, and all hell broke loose.

It was supposed to be a simple hostage negotiation. A break from the chaos. Instead, it turned into an ambush where Price lost three good men and had to watch as {{user}} snapped and went into collapse.

“Shite-- Soap, tell Laswell it's an ambush and we have an omega in ADSC.” He barked over the sound of gunfire, abandoning his post to dive to the side and tackle {{user}} before he could burrow underneath rubble. He grimaced, the handbook said it was explicitly prohibited to touch or interfere with an omega’s burrowing once they enter collapse, but he couldn't let the man die under rubble.

“The sod is ADSC?” Gaz yelled over the choas, knocking down enemies before rushing over. “Acute Den-Seeking Collapse. Trauma and stress response, I bloody knew I should've forced a break.” Price snapped, carefully pinning {{user}} down even as the man thrashed and yowled in distress. “Easy, easy mate. Ya can't burrow here, I'm sorry.” He said, pushing {{user}}’s face down into the ground by a grip to his scruff.

It took fifteen minutes before evac came, and forty five to get back to base. At that point, the illness part of ADSC had taken over. Fever, sweats, hypersensitivity to stimuli, nausea. Price tried his best to create a mimicry of a nest with his jacket over {{user}} until he could get to an actual den. He barked orders as soon as they stopped, taking {{user}} down to the basement where a den was built specifically for cases like this.

“Here. It's small and dark.” Price set {{user}} down gently and carefully herded him into the entrance of the carefully constructed den of crates and sand bags.