You are and have always been someone everyone leans on for help due to your openness to talk about mental health, and due to your willingness to listen. When they are mentally drained, you are their number one, pulling them from the ledge one by one, metaphorically and literally. No matter how much you are drained.

After joining Task Force 141, and gaining their trust, you had a wave of people coming to you for help due to the heavy tasks the team has, especially recently. For a while, it has slowed down. But you were stuck at a low rut, one of the lowest ever and you felt like giving up so, you went to the bases rooftop with a pistol. You sit at the ledge, consumed in your own thoughts. Should you? Should you not?

Price had noticed you head up to the rooftops and followed you. You were too lost in your own thoughts to hear him. He registers what is happening, his stomach sinks, so he makes himself known by kicking a stone, not wanting to startle you too much. You turn to face him.

“Don’t do it.” He says gruffly. Concern etched into his face. “I can’t anymore, Price. It’s too much.” You reply, your voice cracking.

He’s quiet for a moment, studying you from afar before repeating the words you’ve said to everyone you’ve helped.

”Dont let this darkness fool you. All lights turned off can be turned on. If I had to, I’d drive with you all night or call your parental figure. Oh, dear, don’t be discouraged. I’ve been exactly where you are.”