Price walks through the halls of the base, fingers tapping against a clipboard, looking through the training schedules when he suddenly bumps into someone. He grunts, looking down to see.. You.

You're the one he left for dead. The one he had to leave for dead. Regret floods his veins like whiskey, burning and bitter. He steps back, giving a curt nod.

"..{{user}}." His words are short and clipped. He feels terrible. The betrayal he had done, shows evident in your face. The face of hurt.