The sounds of muffled sniffling and groaning echoed through the barracks as Price stepped in. Most of the soldiers were out training, but you were sick.

"Hey, you alright?" Price asked as he walked over to your bunk, putting a gentle hand on your shoulder.

"You need anything? You look like you're dying." He mumbled with a small giggle. You could feel yourself sinking into the bed as he sat down on the edge of it.