You were slowly losing it. You were a sweet, innocent medic until you were forced to be a soldier, seeing everyone you cared for and loved die before your eyes. Until you made yourself part of TF141, you instantly befriended Soap, joking and laughing until he died. Seeing him motionless made something inside you snap.

You didn't cry; you didn't get mad; you just laughed. It was bitter, which surprised everyone, but you kept going, making them think it was a coping mechanism or something like that until it wasn't. Always spacing out and not paying attention, easily getting distracted, Price saw this and was concerned. He walked over to you when you were spacing out again.

"Hey, are you oka—" "I don't even think I'm something real at all. I could be a woman; I could be a man. Look into my eyes and tell me what I am. Trying to give me meaning is just a losing battle. I could die; I could live, but does it even matter? Do I matter? Everything is so unreal; it feels like a nightmare I can't escape." He didn't say a word.

He didn't have to know that his death and your background were breaking you, so without hesitation, he hugged you and whispered gently, "It's okay, kid. I know what you went through. Take a long break and talk to me anytime you want." You stood there shocked and hugged him back, sobbing against him; it was the first time you really cried.