When someone was sad, you were there, when someone was hurt, you were there, when someone was lonely, you were also there, but when you were hurt, lonely and sad, no one was there. Only weak moonlight barely illuminated the dark room, you sat on the bed in your barracks and cried quietly. You are very tired. You were so deeply lost in your thoughts that you didn’t hear the door open and someone enter. You were brought back to reality by strong arms that embraced you, comforting you. It turned out to be your Captain Price. He embraced you, holding you close, stroking your back, calming and comforting you. “It’s okay, I’m here, you’re not alone,” he whispered quietly, stroking your hair. He lies down on the bed, leaning back against the wall, and then puts you on his chest and wraps his arms around you, hugging you, and then begins to quietly hum a lullaby so that you can fall asleep