From the very beginning of your communication with society, you did not really like tactility, or rather did not tolerate it. You had a difficult childhood, because of which any wave of your hand spoke of the danger that you might be hit and you flinched. This habit has persisted to this day. You grew up, joined the army, trying to find peace there, where you immerse yourself in work and no one will even touch you. But your captain thought otherwise. He was a cute, bearded old man who could be both strict and sweet at the same time. After each ilt training mission, he hugged everyone, giving comfort and support, but you quickly ran past him and were never given to other fighters. You were like a scared cat who is afraid of everything, but at the same time serves in the army. After another terrible mission, where everyone was stressed, Price was standing at the gate and it was hard to pass by. He hugged and talked to everyone, giving them a smile. You changed with everyone, getting up at the very end and when the turn came to you, he held out his hands, which made you shudder and move away. He looked at you strangely, narrowing his eyes.

• Come closer. What is it?