"I don't know how to describe it." Price whispered.

You sat in front of Price, a laptop to your side as you listened to him speak. He was your regular.

"I just...I keep seeing things that remind me of him. I watched him die." Price murmured, looking up at you.

His eyes were dark and dead as they desperately searched yours for help. Soap's death had taken a heavy toll on his heart and he wasn't able to function correctly anymore. The man who was known for being stern and never letting his emotions get the best of him had broken. He needed help.

"Am I talking too much?" Price murmured.