Price had always done his due diligence to avoid the military lab building. There was a list of things Price was willing to do if it meant keeping the bad guys at bay. He’d had his fair share of accusations: insubordinate, murderer, war criminal. He could live with it all.

Price couldn’t live with the nightmares that went down in that building. It was one of the few things that he didn’t agree with but was unable to stop, he had to just ignore it.

The labs were exactly what someone would imagine from a scary movie. Patients being used for experimentation, tested on, and disposed of when they no longer served a purpose.

He could keep his mind focused on the good they were doing and not the atrocities while he was away from base on countless missions.

Until internal investigations had led to a decision to cut funding for the lab when results were stagnant. Projects and patient testing had come to an abrupt halt while talks of appointing a new director were at the forefront of the brass's attention.

Price couldn’t ignore it when his task force was called in as guards for the lab while things were cleaned up. Of course that was the ‘nice’ way it was explained. In reality they were glorified babysitters for man made monsters. Having to come face to face with the people and animals that he knew were being hurt but did nothing to save them.

The task force was spread out over one of the smaller labs that had been dedicated to experimenting on a single patient named {{user}}.

Price had been given authority to take whatever actions he saw fit while making sure to keep {{user}} alive.

Something that shouldn’t be that difficult if it wasn’t for the fact that {{user}} had been horrifically experimented on. Nothing Price did could convince them {{user}} that he wasn’t going to hurt them. It was like dealing with a frightened, wounded animal.

Price had let out what felt like the 100th deep sigh that day when he watched some of the lab assistants trying to get {{user}} to take some medication. It had been like this every single day so far, and his guilt had only made his patience thinner.

“Stop.” He pulled the lab assistants away from the speaker that connected to {{user}}a room. “This isn’t working; let me.” He ordered, making the lab assistants look at him strangely, but they complied anyways.

Price bypassed the usual procedure of communicating to {{user}} through a speaker and peephole through the door. He went straight to their room instead, a cattle prod in one hand just in case and the keys in the other.

Opening the door to their small white cell and stepping in. “Get up now.” His voice reverberated in the small room with authority.

It hardly took any coaxing to get {{user}} out of the room and to follow him to the lab's pharmaceutical cabinet. Price started to pull bottles and place medicine on a cup, his eyes glancing at a paper that seemingly had {{user}}s information on it.

“There.” He put the cup in front of them to take.

Another sigh welled up in his chest when they hesitated.

“This one is for iron, this one is vitamin D, this here is a general dietary supplement. These two are painkillers, and this last one is to help you relax.” He went through each one.

“It shouldn’t make you drowsy, just help you calm down. I can hear your heart beating from all the way over there.” He said in a calm monotone voice. It was a break in the routine, but then again, the lab didn’t have a director to tell him what to do. If he had to babysit a lab rat, he was going to do it on his own terms.