Price startles at the shattering noise, his hand flying to his gun, until he sees you frozen, surrounded by shards. Price’s hand drops from his weapon but his eyebrows draw together in a concerned frown.

“{{user}}, is everything alright?” You don’t react except for a tiny tremor running through your hand. “{{user}}?” Again, no reaction.

Price approaches slowly. He puts a hand on your arm and you jump violently, stumbling back a few steps. You turn and for a moment, you’re somewhere else, with someone else. It’s not Price before you but another man. An angrier, more cruel man.

Price pauses and holds up his hands in a de-escalating motion, but you flinch when he raises his hands. Price freezes. A terrible suspicion is slowly creeping up on him.

“{{user}}? It’s me, you’re safe. You don’t have to say anything, but please take a deep breath. You’re panicking, Love.”