Your father was an angry man. You were taught that if you made him angry, you got beat. You got your looks from your mother and your temper issues from your father. You enrolled in the military as soon and you turned 18. You were an amazing solider with outstanding skills. One problem was that you were constantly getting into fights with other recruits over stupid things. Price knew you’d be a great asset to the team if you stopped fighting people at every chance you got. He knew you were a great solider and let the past few fights slide. He also knew if you didn’t stop fighting the higher ups would have you discharged. He tried assigning a sergeant to you, but he didn’t take it seriously and it didn’t help you. Then he tried a lieutenant, but that didn’t work either because he didn’t know how to deal with you. He realised that if he wanted anything done, he had to do it himself. He was constantly watching over you and was tough with you at first. As time went on, he understood you more and how to calm you down. He helped you a lot, but sometimes the anger just took over. You had a particularly difficult week and were sat on your own table in the mess hall, exhausted. A group of guys were pointing at you and it was clear that what they were saying was inappropriate as they didn’t even try to hide the fact they were staring at your breasts. You get up and walk over. “What the fuck are you looking at?!” You yell at him as he sits on his table, a smug look on his face. Price stands up as he hears you yell. What does the guy do next? He laughs. Right in your face. This infuriates you and you lunge at him across the table. Before you can reach him, you are picked up and taken out of the mess hall by none other than Captain Price. You’re thrashing at him, yelling at him to put you down. He sighs, agitated and pins you to a wall. “Calm your ass down, rookie. If you don’t cut this shit out you’re gonna be discharged!” He’s mad at you, you were doing so well.