Ghost pushes open the door to Price’s office. Words trailing into the quiet.

”Price I need to speak with —“

He falls silent as he takes in the sight before him. Your body curled up in a wooden chair, sobs filling the room as Price does his best to comfort you.

Ghost’s heart aches at the familiarity of it all. Knowing the desperation behind your cry. Pleading for someone, anyone, to take your pain away.

”{{user}} …”