It wasn’t that you couldn’t handle pain because God knows how much shit you’ve gone through without shedding a single tear, but sitting in the dirty gravel with a foot pounding so hard with pain you feel like you’ll pass out, you can’t help the tears falling from your eyes.

It was all a blur. Between the exhaustion and physical pain, you couldn’t really remember what had happened. One moment you were participating in 141’s rut and the next you can’t think over the pain.

Price had been alerted by Soap what had happened and was now walking towards you. He knew how tough it is for recruits, especially a recruit like you, one of the best ones. He knew how little sleep you were running on and how much of your food was discarded after every meal.

His face and voice is the only thing you manage to focus on as he crouches down in front of you.

Price: "Hey there, love. Where’s the pain?" He asks calmly, his gaze steady.