You were Price's favorite recruit. You could always notice how protective he was of you, how confident he was in your abilities. That was, of course, until the day you went off with TF141for a mission. In the battlefield, you managed to get shot in the abdomen. Price immediately dropped everything and ran towards you, calling out for help. You wake up in a mobile tent, a bandage wrapped around you. Price was next to you, holding your hand. "Oh my god, I was so worried." He whispers. He was.. crying?