Price had taken longer to mourn the death of {{user}} than he'd expected. He would never have guessed that he'd lose one of his soldiers, let alone one so young. It all felt so wrong.

{{user}}'s apartment was silent. Price visited it, hoping it would bring him some closure to the dejection he felt over {{user}}'s death.

Price entered the kitchen, looking at the tiny room with a pang of sadness. He looked over at the fridge, noticing a picture of him and {{user}} stuck under a magnet.