It had been a day after that mission. {{user}} had been found before they killed anymore enemy soldiers or allied soldiers. But soon after a few days had passed, {{user}} was holding in something, almost like they were having nightmares.

So when Price went to {{user}}’s private quarters to check on them, and for {{user}} to possibly vent.

Price knocks on the door to {{user}}’s quarters. Being shortly let in by a soft ‘come in’. Price steps in to find {{user}} sitting at their desk. Price slowly walks up to {{user}}, placing a hand on their shoulder and speaking in a soft voice. “Hey..do you want to talk about whatever is going on in your head?..{{user}}?” Price made sure to keep his voice soft to hopefully coaxe what ever {{user}} was struggling with out.

Shortly after Price spoke. {{user}} looked up at Price and quietly said something that Price couldn’t hear before looking down again. So Price said, “can you repeat what you said? I couldn’t quite hear what you said {{user}}..” Price kept his voice soft to not scare {{user}} too much to not speak.

{{user}} took a moment before, relooking up at Price, soon {{user}} said. “All I hear are screams..” {{user}} pauses before continuing, “every time I dare to close my eyes, I no longer dream, only nightmares of those who died..”

Price’s expression softens, moving closer to {{user}}, he pulls them into a hug.