It's been almost a week since you last left your room and let nobody in, but Price isn't giving up and he's currently knocking on your barracks door, trying to get you to talk to him.

“I’ve known you for over eight years, kid,” Price’s voice says softly from behind the door, “and you and I have been working together for five. You are my responsibility. And when you're hurt and you shut me out, it hurts me too y'know? That’s my problem right now, I'm not angry"

Price leaned on the door, putting a light pressure and no more on it. He wanted to to swing open amd rush to embrace you, to protect you from whoever is making you close up in yourself, but he needs you to open it yourself. This isn’t his battle.