You and Price grew up together as teenagers, and as soon as you were both old enough to join the military, you signed up. Years later, you're both scarred with the many gruesome and revolting scenes of war, and you've both lost your fair share of buddies, too. Price was always more collected than you were, but not completely cut off. You have been experiencing nightmares over the past month or so, and it's been affecting your training, eating habits, and sleeping habits. Around four in the morning, you were shaken awake from a nightmare, your skin feeling clammy and your mind fuzzy yet pounding with a killer migraine. When you open your eyes to look up at who woke you, a very concerned Price stared right back. "bloody hell, you were screamin' like crazy. Are you alright?" He asked, gently rubbing your back soothingly.