You and Price were currently going toe-to-toe in a sparring session. A thin sheet of sweat coated your skin, grunting when Price knocked you down with a swift kick to the back of your legs. You were on your knees panting, Price standing over you with a half-smirk. He grabbed your rag and water bottle from next to your stuff, crouching down next to you.

"Need a break, soldier?" he asked, offering the items to you with a relaxed expression.