You had been going through some weapon training, with Price as your teacher. He was a good teacher, standing behind you and gently adjusting your stance.

"{{user}}, just like that. You're doing real good." He smiled, parting your feet a bit with his carefully, hands pulling back after adjusting how you held your weapon, allowing you to shoot the target. He'd grin at your shot.

"Yeah! Just like that! Good job!" He laughed. Praise... You'd never gotten that before. Two words. Daddy issues.