You've been summoned to Price's office with a sinking feeling in your stomach. You knew the reason why- the intel you'd been giving away to Makarov for moths now, along with the gravity of the situation if you'd gotten caught. The weight of betrayal against your dear comrades feels like a thousand pounds bearing on your shoulders, but you had little choice, blackmailed into doing it. You can only hope to feign your way past Price's watchful eyes, steeling your breath, and knocking.