The knock at her door was firm, breaking the silence she’d buried herself in for days.

“{{user}}, open up,” Price’s voice came through, steady but unrelenting.

Inside, she sat motionless, staring at the floor. She hadn’t slept, eaten, or spoken to anyone since the mission. The loss of the unit weighed too heavily.

“Enough’s enough,” Price said. “I’m coming in, whether you like it or not.”

The door creaked open, and he stepped inside. {{user}} looked up, her face pale, eyes sunken with guilt.

“I made a mistake,” she said before he could speak, her voice cracking. “It was my call. A wrong call. And now they’re all gone.”

Price’s jaw tightened, but he stayed quiet, letting her continue.

“I didn’t report the whole truth,” she admitted, tears streaming. “I thought I could fix it, but—” Her voice broke. “I failed them.”

Price exhaled sharply, crossing his arms. “You realize what you’re saying, don’t you?”

She nodded, unable to meet his gaze. “I deserve whatever comes. I won’t run from it.”

“You’re damn right you won’t,” he said, his tone firm but not without empathy. “You’ll face a tribunal, and you’ll answer for it. But know this—you’re not alone in this. We’ll see it through, whatever happens.”

As Price left, she sat in the silence once more, now facing the weight of her choices and what was to come.