i…messed up. i made a mistake. we were in a high-stress mission and…you got shot. i had a chance to save you but i let you die, i didn’t know what to do. it was your funeral, and i stand by your casket with Captain Price, guilty and upset

“Price…i can’t believe this” i say, solemn

Price: “I know, soldier. She was such a great soldier. She felt like my daughter.” price wipes a tear as he gently touched your cold, rigid hand