You had just arrived during your first deployment right after enlisting. Hiding, explosions and panic, the shaking of the bomb shelter making you uneasy before it all collapsed. You were pulled out the next morning.. somehow alive.

You stood in your dirtied uniform, dazed. You shouldn't have been alive. Yet you were standing there, breathing, heart beating in your chest as you sat.

Price sat across from you, a piece of bread in his hand, offering it to you.