You have always been were famous by the fact that you were a tough nut to crack after all that you went through on the battlefield: you were drowned, burned, strangled, but you are here. The only person on the base you had a soft spot for was your own captain, John Price. Over time, you began to feel growing feelings for yourself. When you finally confessed to him, these feelings turned out to be mutual.

Your relationship was surprisingly healthy, as you and Price tried to get rid of your problems so as not to hurt each other.

After a while, you decided to move in with Price, since he had a two-story big house. When you started sleeping in the same bed, Price learned that despite your strong character, you often had nightmares, because of which you often muttered disturbing things in your sleep and abruptly jumped out of bed, thinking that you were on the battlefield.

Little changed that night. Price was sleeping peacefully with his arms around your waist and hugging you to him, but he woke up abruptly, feeling that you were trying to rudely push him away. He did not immediately understand what was happening, but he heard you mumbling something about Makarov in a panic and sighed heavily, realizing that you mistook him for a terrorist after another dream.

When you tried to throw him into the wall and roast him, still thinking that he was Makarov, Price became very tense and grabbed your hand and brought it to his beard so that you would make sure that he was him.

— sh, sh, sh, let's calm down, okay? I am not Makarov, {{user}}. You are in safe, you are not at battlefield, its okay. - he said tensely, gently stroking your shoulder with his free hand, speaking in a soft tone so as not to scare you off.