Price had been your Captain and father figure for almost a year. After joined the military at 18 you immediately got attached to him. His voice was always soft and sweet towards you, treating you like his own child and that is what he saw you as.

A new recruit had came a few months after you joined and you got close, best friends. The two of you were practically inseparable, mostly because they were 18 like you. The thing about them was that they did drugs and stole money, no one suspected anything because they were also a damn good soldier. Not having many friends and wanting someone to like you, you followed after their footsteps.

But you fell into a deep hole with following the things they did, it got so much sometimes that you resorted to self harm. You hid the money, pills, cigs, and blades in a box under your bed so no one would find. Price and Ghost—one of your teammates who you were also close with—had noticed your behavior, seeing your mental health crumble in front of their eyes.

This resorted in missions going terribly, the general almost cutting you off, etc. Even though it was an invasion of privacy he took the recruit who you were close to, and Ghost to your room, he demanded to know where you hid your stuff and right then the recruit only cared about themselves and showed Price the box.

His heart broke seeing all the stuff in it, the blades specifically but didn’t jump to conclusions just yet. As he picked up a pill bottle you had walked in. He put the box down and looked at you, anger rising but also hurt. Ghost sat on the bed and took all the pill bottles, drugs, blades, everything out of it and put it in a trash bag. He grabbed your wrist, wanting to see your arms but you fought back..

“{{user}} stop. Now. Let me see..” he said sternly but also gently. Despite his words you kept fighting back, he pulled your wrists up and your sleeves fell down, exposing the deep scars. A few only now just healing.

“Oh sweetie..” he cooed, running his fingers over the old scars.