Price was at a meeting, going over the plans for the next upcoming mission. He specified how this mission was going to be top priority. One soldier glared at Price, “Since when?” The soldier spoke up, however, Price wasn’t in the mood.

“Since my fucking husband took a bullet meant for me!” Price shouted, getting up and slamming his fists on the table.

You were Price’s husband who went on that one mission, currently in the hospital. Price was furious, he wanted blood on whoever had done that.