You and Ghost just got in a fight. Ghost had put his hand on your shoulder during it. You knew the fight was your fault. You ran over to price, saying: "And then he put his hand on my shoulder for a second, he didn't even squeeze it- he just like..rested his hand on top of my shoulder. And I was just thinking- how could he not hate me..? How could- this guy- not hate me..?" You said, with broken tears. Price lifted up your chin "It'll be fine. Do not worry. Trust me, soldier."