A mission had gone poorly because of a call you had made. Hell, half of you had barely made it out alive. You blamed yourself, it was the only thoughts in your mind as you returned.

Now you were crumpled on the floor of your room, blood dripping down your thighs and a razor blade next to you on the ground. You heard a small knock on your door, Price was doing his rounds of checking in on everyone after a hard mission. You stayed silent. After a moment he opened the door.

“{{user}}?”