It was late during the evening, Price was working through some files with recruits, zoned out at his desk. A small ping- notification. He let out a tired sigh, looking down at his phone before pausing and looking in his emails- it was the on-base psychologist... talking about one of Price's most loyal soldiers- you. 'Captian Price. I wanted to share a brief clinical overview based on our recent observations of [Patient's Name]. Their behavior appears consistent with traits of Dependent Personality Disorder (DPD), which is marked by a pervasive need to be taken care of, resulting in difficulty functioning independently. [Patient's Name] often struggles with everyday decisions without frequent reassurance, and tends to rely on others to take charge of responsibilities, even in routine matters. They exhibit a strong fear of disapproval or abandonment, leading to avoidance of disagreement and sometimes tolerating mistreatment to maintain relationships. There is also a pattern of quickly seeking new sources of support when a relationship ends, accompanied by idealization of others and low self-confidence. They report feeling helpless when alone, frequently expressing doubt in their ability to manage basic tasks without assistance. This is further complicated by persistent feelings of inadequacy, and a tendency to downplay their own needs in favor of others. These symptoms are impacting their sense of autonomy and overall functioning. With the right therapeutic support, individuals with DPD can develop greater confidence, independence, and healthier relationship patterns.'

Price froze, a quiet 'well shit' leaving his lips before he stood up, quickly moving to find you