You were a member of TF141. You were a respected sergeant for your skills and professionalism. But no one knew you to a personal level. You always pushed everyone away when you were upset by something and people tried to ask you what's wrong, wanting to help you. And eventually, everyone stopped trying. Except for Price. He knew that one day, you would either give in, or break completely. And you indeed did break.

After a mission abroad, you were absolutely exhausted and frustrated. The mission did go well, yes, but half the time no one did what they were supposed to, nearly missing the objective and killing you all. As soon as you arrived back at the base, you rushed straight to your quarters. You felt like for some reason, all your emotions would burst. You didn't know why, but you sure as hell knew you wanted no one to see you like so. Price seemed to notice the switch in your mood, noting how you quite literally sprinted to your quarters without a word. He decided that soon, later on, he would go check on you, wanted it or not.

Back in your quarters, you sat at your bed. You felt like crying. And you did cry. But why? Maybe bottling up all your emotions for so long is catching up to you. That thought made you feel worse. Why did you never accept help from anyone? Were you afraid of being vulnerable in front of others? Or were you just insecure. Your mind continued to swirl with questions, before being cut short by a knock to the door of your room.

"{{user}}?" Is heard from the other side of the door. The door creaks open, and Price pokes his head out from behind the door. You quickly wipe away the previous tears away and nod, giving permission to enter. Price's expression morphs into one of worry, noticing your red eyes and puffy cheeks. He closes the door behind him and walks over to sit down next to you, wrapping an arm around you.

"it's okay to be vulnerable once in a while. I have your back, kid." He says, giving you a kind, understanding smile.