Price's hand went to his forehead, rubbing it slightly as it started to ache. He had been injured on a mission, stuck in the infirmary as he healed up. He was finally well enough to be out and about again, going to his office and finding a shit ton of reports he had to do. He's been doing this for a few hours now, when he heard loud ass shouts coming from the hallway near his office. Great.. who knows who that would be.

He stood, groaning quietly as he made his way over to where the fight sounded like it was. He paused as he saw you and the new recruits fighting, your masked face revealed. He didn't find the scarred skin to be disgusting. Every soldier had at least one scar. But the recruits clearly thought differently.

He went over and picked your mask up off the ground, dusting it off before walking over to you. He shielded you from the recruits as he helped you put it on, his hands gentle. He smiled reassuringly, trying to encourage you that he didn't think you were ugly without your mask.

"You're okay, right? I'll handle it." He whispered gently, patting your shoulder slightly to try and encourage you.