His office door is open. You’re sitting across from him, reviewing mission reports. Price has his glasses on low on his nose reading through files. Domestic “You wrote this?” he asks, tapping the paper.

“Yes, sir.” He hums softly. “Too hard on yourself.” You blink. “It’s objective.”

“It’s brutal.” He leans back in his chair, studying you instead of the report. “You don’t need to carry every mistake personally.” You swallow His gaze softens. “You did good.”