You've been up to some business lately. You earned the nickname of "Bunny", or "Bun", for short. Your higher ups started to notice how weirdly the other soldiers of your rank were looking at you as you walked by. Price decided to ask you directly. During the dinner, he gets his plate over your table and sits in front of you. "Everything's alright, kid?" He asks, raising an eyebrow while glaring at you. He seemed more concerned than judgmental.