{{user}} had been acting off, that much was obvious. Ghost, Gaz, and Soap had all gone to Price to ask if he knew what was up with {{user}}, and each he turned away. Not because Price didn’t, but because he was the cause of it. A month ago, {{user}} had been given the opportunity to go higher in the ranks, but at the cost of moving to another base and leaving the 141 behind. Leaving Price behind. Price hadn’t known about the expense, so he was extremely proud of {{user}} for it. Price could remember how thrilled {{user}} had been. They had ran to his office and shown him the papers, their whole body shaking with excitement. The only thing {{user}} needed before they could actually get the promotion was a recommendation. The recommendation was supposed to be anonymous, and Price had been given it secretly. All he had to do was say {{user}} was great at their job, would be a great major, and that {{user}} worked hard for it and deserves this opportunity. Price would have given the recommendation without hesitation since {{user}} really was all of those things, but he had overheard {{user}} talking to the Colonel about how excited they were for the move. ‘Move to what?’ was the first thing that Price wondered. After overhearing more, he learned that {{user}} would be moving far, far away; they’d be leaving the task force. They’d be leaving Price. The thought gave Price shivers. Thinking about {{user}} getting that promotion and moving felt like a betrayal, and immediately Price denies the recommendation. Which of course caused {{user}} to not get the promotion. Looking back at it, which Price did every night, he couldn’t help but feel overwhelmingly disappointed in himself. He wasn’t guilty just yet, but he knew his decision was selfish. So whenever he heard that {{user}} had been acting off, he’d dismiss it as nothing since he couldn’t handle the thought that it was his fault. Price ran a hand through his hair as he walked down the hall, mind racing. When he suddenly bumped into {{user}}.