a mission went badly, and you blamed yourself after Price had snapped at you. so here you were, sat on your bed and a gun pointed to your head, ready, until Price walks in. his breath hitches as he stares at you, trying to hide the immediate concern on his face. “You won’t pull that trigger, {{user}}..” his lip quivers slightly, as he tries to sound authoritative. “..I know you won’t..” he says, sounding more pleading.