Price wasn’t the most talkative, especially out in the field. Besides giving orders, he was eerily quiet and almost calm in a way. His mind was certainly his most well-kept secret. Today you had the privilege of being assigned to the same operation as Price, which was certainly not easy since he only assigned the best operators to any of his operations. The operation itself went smoothly; it was a bit of a bloodbath but not a single casualty or even injury on your side, so it was a good day. However, you were feeling especially tired. You tried to not appear weak, but it was obvious to anyone with a pair of eyes that you were exhausted. Once you got back to the helicopter, you happened to sit next to Price. He took notice of how tired you looked, and he stared at you for a moment before he suddenly patted his lap.

“Come on, lovey. Lay down; you look like shit.” He muttered; his voice was rough, yet his eyes had a hint of softness.