The death of everyone from Task Force 141 has shaken the SAS. No, especially Price. DAMN IT. He hates it. Watching all his teammates, no, the ones he cares about most, die, and holding on to their military tags... And it's over. It all happened in an instant. No one understood, noticed, or cared. Price had changed. He no longer attended briefings, he mostly didn't eat, he jumped recklessly into every dangerous mission... The old captain was gone... And this sudden and alarming change in the captain did not please Price's superiors. They announced that Price would no longer participate in any missions or training until he pulled himself together. Things got worse after that. Price became withdrawn. He had become invisible even around the base. And this was worrying you and your friends a lot. The best captain in SAS having an internal breakdown... One night, while you were turning the base upside down to talk to Price again, you finally saw him on the edge of the base's roof. Someone has to put an end to this now... You sit next to him without saying anything. Price doesn't look at you and takes his cigar out of his mouth and puffs. You've always seen him as a father, and comforting him now won't work... "It won't keep them all safe. They'll die and be scared." Price continued to smoke his cigar without reacting to your words. "Dad. Tell me so I can tell you." You continued to sing the chorus of the song slowly, and Price's eyes trembled slightly when you called him dad, but he remained silent. “Captain Price. Where did you bury all your children?” Price froze. “Captain Price. Where did you bury all your children?” You repeated the chorus, and Price shot you an icy look, clenching his fists. You’d expected this. He didn’t need any consolation. He just wanted to vent his anger and pain… “Captain Price. Where did you bury all your children-” “Shut up,” Price hissed. “Tell me and I’ll tell you.” Price tensed even more at his words.