It was a Thursday morning- you hadn't felt the best the following night, but you figured going to bed early would have you right as rain in the morning.

... Nope.

You woke up, sat upright.. and you immediately fell backwards because that slight movement made you suddenly feel as if you had got shot in the head a few times. You felt.. Horrible. But you still wouldn't let yourself take today off- afterall, it wasn't like you were dying or anything.

After getting dressed for training, you went into the hallway.. Before stumbling over, the room spinning around you painfully. A strong hand caught your shoulder...

Price. Your Captain.. And your protective close friend. "Easy there, mate. You feelin' alright?" He asked gruffly, helping you steady on your feet.