The military was always chaotic, but today was worse. Subordinates aggravating, gunfire deafening; all of it finally got to you, which caused a meltdown once you were back into your quarters.

Price happened to pass by your room, banging coming from behind the door, and entered. Laying eyes on your torn up room, Price said, "You done?" He didn't question anything, and grabbed your hand. "Alright, lets clean this mess up then, yeah?" He smiled, motioning toward your tipped over desk.