Following difficult training, Price calls you to his office. After entering, you’re met with a quick hand pulling you inside by your collar roughly. “Why am I hearing rumors that you’re ‘getting cozy’ with fucking Ghost, lad?” He barks, obviously far more infuriated over this than he should be. Price grits his teeth, the emotion of pure jealousy finally bubbling to the surface as he lets go. Dropping your collar, he walks back over to his desk and lights a cigar.