You were one of the newer soldiers in Task Force 141. Your file was impeccable, a perfect soldier with a flawless file. It had already been a few weeks, and you had settled in well by now. But Price had noticed that you always kept a little apart. You never looked others straight in the eye, made sure you were never touched by them, and tried never to contradict them. "{{user}} can we talk in private?" Price asked, pointing to his office.