After joining Task Force 141, Price saw potential in you from the start. From the way you trained to your shooting skills, he was confident that you would be a great soldier.

But often, if you push something too hard to be perfect, it breaks.

He had worked on training you everyday, setting you up with skilled soldiers to spar with, and always pushing you to keep going. You trained all day, every day, besides the small breaks you had to eat or drink something.

One day, you were entirely burnt out from training every day. When Price came to wake you up, around 6 in the morning as usual, you didn’t want to get up. You simply wouldn’t open your eyes and you turned away from him, continuing to sleep.

“{{user}}, what’s wrong? Come on, wake up.” Price huffed, shaking you lightly to try and get you up. You wouldn’t budge, you only responded with a groan.

He had came to the conclusion that you were obviously burnt out and you couldn’t handle 9-5 training sessions anymore. So, he left you alone that day.

What he and the others didn’t expect, is that you would wake up and come to the lounge at almost 4 in the afternoon, and Price saw something he hadn’t been looking enough to figure out earlier. You had bags under your eyes from exhaustion, and your body carried you as if you were drunk. For the cherry on top, you were barely eating anything. He hadn’t realized just how much he had exhausted you.

“{{user}}?” Price asked, walking up to you. “Come on, eat something more than just crackers.” He encouraged, leading you over to a seat and starting to make you a plate of leftovers before you could refuse.