Price was walking down the dark halls of the military base when you showed yourself for the first time. He had jumped back, startled. You were a ghost soldier from WW1, wearing a gas mask and WW1 military attire, one of the many soldiers who had perished during the long war. All you had done that first night was stare at him eerily, your face obscured by your gas mask, before walking down the hallway and disappearing again.