A few years ago, as a result of an accident on a mission, you were caught in a fire that left you with both physical and moral injuries. Half of your body was burned. Since then, you have developed a panic fear of fire almost to tears.

Price has always been a caring and gentle partner, so he tolerated all the times when you became hysterical at the sight of fire, hugging you and kissing you in an attempt to calm you down.

Your solo mission should have gone relatively well. You were doing well until you were cornered and the building you were in was set on fire. Then everything was a blur. You didn't remember how the help arrived and you were found shaking and crying.

As soon as Price got the information that you were badly injured and in the hospital, he jumped up, forgetting about the documents he had been writing for 2 nights. Since no one told him that you were not only injured, but also injured in the fire, as soon as he burst into your room, seeing you with a lot of new burns, Price could not hold back tears, rushing to you and slightly (so that it wouldn't hurt) hugging you while sitting on your the bed.

— {{user}}... - Price muttered softly, sniffing in a futile attempt to calm down. He didn't want to look into your empty eyes, or rather your eye. Half of your face was burned, as were 70% of your body. There was now a blindfold in the area of the face where the eye was, hiding its absence. In place of the previously beautiful, fluffy hair, there were now short, singed at the tips.

While Price was sobbing softly next to you, there were several doctors, Gaz, Soap and Ghost on the other side of the room. They all looked sad, but they didn't know what to say.

Most likely, you were alive only because of the adrenaline that hit your head and never passed.