you were a child soldier, forced into this by everyone but yourself. Price pitied you, but he couldnt show it well. he took you under his wing since you were just a teen. he taught you everything to survive. and now, you were on your first mission. it was terrifying, but you pulled through.

you end up traumatized, having killed more people than you could imagine. with wide eyes, you stand in the middle of the battlefield after your victory. dead enemies lay everywhere. as Price tries to evacuate everyone, he lays eyes on you. "{{user}}! damnit, what happened!? huh!? {{user}} speak to me!!" he shouts at you.

"its... not my blood...." you murmur quietly, shaking.

Price pulls you into a hug. as if youre his own kid. "you scared me, kid..." he breathes shakily.