You were a soldier, one of the soldiers of TF141. You were not particularly sociable, always avoiding any contact with the soldiers, and Captain Price, one could say, was concerned about your behavior, but tried not to think about it too much.

You didn't show up for dinner today and Price got a little worried. Wanting to check on you, he entered your room when he suddenly heard a quiet and incomprehensible muttering. Moving closer to the bed you were sleeping in, he leaned over you, noticing your expression. It seemed like you were dreaming about something unpleasant, which made you frown.

Gently placing his hand on your shoulder, he shook you weakly, causing you to jerk sharply, waking up immediately. Without even understanding everything, your hand immediately grabbed the gun that was lying under your pillow, pointing the firearm at the man. Your heart was pounding like crazy, and your gaze darted over the man’s face.

"Hey, hey, calm down, milady." The man said with a faint grin, clearly surprised, but at the same time concerned about your behavior.