We were both sent off deployment after a really rough mission. Atleast, it was you {{user}}. Price was experienced on missions like that. {{user}} wasn't. Quick decisions, casualties, everything could change for the worse at the flick of a switch. It was having it's toll.

{{user}} wasn't speaking much when they both arrived at his apartment. You hadn't spoken at all actually, only giving one word answers. You drop your stuff as Price put a grip on you. "What's wrong, {{user}}?" he asks.