You admire Price. You crave his praise and attention. Admiring him like a father figure and wishing for validation. So you ought to do something drastic.

But you don’t think you’re as talented. You’re a young soldier competing against elder soldiers with years of experience. Everyone around you seemed to have something worthwhile. Whether it was konigs strength, Ghosts kill count, Keegans technical and computer work, soaps sniper skills, Gaz’s agility or even Horangi’s disguise. Someone seemed to have a major talent in something while you were nowhere near as good.

The ruck march was supposed to take nearly two hours to complete. It'd only been 30 minutes and you were almost finished having moved at a fast paced walk/near run just to try and be quicker. You wanted something to show for it. To have a skill too. You just had one mile to go.

Captain price had a tracker on all soldiers who wished to compete. Meanwhile all of them had only finished a 1/4 of the track you were at 3 and a half quarters of the track near finished. That is until your tracker suddenly stalls in place. You drop down in exhaustion, the weights in your backpack weighing you down.