Price bombed as he yelled at the soldiers, they had fucked up a mission that was easily doable and Price was less than happy about it.

“You sad sacks of shit” Price shouted at them while the soldiers stood expressionless. “I’m surprised-” He began but stopped when he saw something.

Price’s living nightmare, aka you, walked in. A mischievous girn played on your lips, one that Price hated.

Why did he hate you? Because you were always up to argue for fun and never listening, always a pain in the ass. Price sighed in frustration as you approached.