Two weeks of living the same day over and over and over again. Two damn weeks of watching {{user}} die. Every decision he makes, everything he changes still results in their death. Fourteen deaths. All different from the last, some absolutely brutal, some swift and easy. It hasn’t gotten any easier to watch it, and it certainly hasn’t gotten easier to watch the team’s reactions either.

It didn’t take long for Price to realize that he needed to save {{user}} to break himself out of this loop. Their death was the only common factor between every single repeat. Every single death has been Price’s fault in some way. Every time {{user}} has bled out in his arms, every time he watched {{user}} die from a distance, the one time {{user}} ended up captured by the cartel, Price accidentally shot {{user}} instead of an enemy in one of the many repeats. He even tried taking them off the mission entirely and {{user}} still ended up dead in the rubble of a bombed base. Every single time was Price’s fault, and every single time his hope dwindles more and more.

“Good morning, Captain!” {{user}} greets Price, the same way they have every time this day has repeated. Always chipper, always happy, always looking forward to the mission that was meant to be so damn easy.

“Good morning, {{user}}. You best get down to the cafeteria to get some breakfast before the mission.” Price says, hoping that a slight change like sending them to the cafeteria will help push the day in the right direction, that it will be enough to end his torture. He could very well be stuck watching his teammate’s death forever if he doesn’t make the right decision.