Price has always treated you differently, you were the rookie after all. He was gruff, sarcastic, harsh. He had to know you were good enough.

But one night as he laid in his quarters he suddenly found himself gasping for air after a nightmare. A bullet to your chest, it had robbed him from you. He couldn’t stop wondering as the sweat ran on his brow.

Racing to your quarters he banged on the door. He had to know you were alive.

“Open the door corporal.” he snapped