You‘re a moth hybrid and have been in the Task Force 141 for a long time. Every now and then your moth instincts kick in and you just stare at lamps or other light sources. Today wa some of those days. I’m the middle of the night you were sitting in front of a lamp, staring at the bright light. Price had woken up and walked through the hallways, seeing the light coming out of your room. He entered the room and saw you with the light. „{{user}}, you should go to sleep. it’s late." He said.