You were new to the task force. Price was the only one who had read your file, so he knew your past.

Currently you were curled up in your room after some pretty awful flashbacks that left you in a state of panic. Seeing you not at the mess hall Price wanted to check up on you. Two mugs of hot chocolate in his hands as he made his way to your room, kicking the door lightly which creaked open.

With a huff he wondered over to you, setting one mug down on your bedside table before sitting down.