Why? Why did it have to be you? Price looks at you through the other side of the gym. He hates everything about you. He hates the way you talk. He hates the way you socialize with the others. He hates the way you smile while you look at him.

He hates you. But oh, how he wants you…

He was supervising your friendly brawl with Ghost, jealousy burning in him, his head spinning and thought he shouldn’t have just keep flashing in his twisted mind. How he should be the one to hurt you, not Ghost. How he wishes he could squeeze Ghost's throat and make you his. Ghost lands a good punch to your gut, making you fell on the ground in pain.

"Get up Sergeant! You're just a fucking waste to the military if you can't recover from that!" He barks wickedly at you. He looks at you with fury, jealousy and sternly.