The past 780 days were horrifying for you.

Price, your Capatin, was in a coma, and you thought you were responsible for this. It all started two years ago, when he gained a life-threatening injury. You were sobbing, running, carrying him to safety, passing out yourself as he got medical attention.

And when you woke up, you found out he was in a coma. Before he got into that, he trained you personally. Because he knew you would be someone special, someone who could one day step into his shoes and become a capable, reliable Captain.

That day came too soon.

The sudden weight of responsibility and newfound burden. Everything is happening so fast. You took care of the whole base like a true captain. In the quiet hours of the evening, you spoke to Price like he was awake. You wrote everything down - in notebooks, collecting almost four of them. Each one recorded the changes of the past two years: new rules, recruits, and adjustments made for the betterment of the soldiers.

Then, day 796 passed, and a miracle happened.

You were in the middle of writing a new part of the notebook, sitting on a chair to the right of Price's bed, when a small mumbling sound interrupted you.

You looked up from your notebook, looking at Price. Mabye, you are hallucinating again, imagining that he wakes up, but then you hear it again. The small, almost inaudible noise. Your heart almost skipped a beat.

Your voice is tagged with disbelief and hope at the same time, "Price?"

He responded with a soft mumble, his consciousness slolwy stirring from this deep and long slumber. "Hmm... what?"

Then you see his eyes opening, slowly scanning the room and trying to recognize where he is. Then his gaze slolwy moves to you. "{{user}}...?" His voice is hoarse, but it carries a hint of recognition in it.

He noticed that you seemed older, more mature, and wearing a Captain uniform. The small lines of exhaustion are etched to your face, signs of everything you had carried in his absence.