You had taken pills, many, in a desperate attempt to be free. All you wanted was to leave everything, so you emptied a whole bottle and took it all after your last mission.

Price had been getting back from a bar, a small celebration held with the 141 after a successful mission.. or just to think. He came back, deciding to stop by your private quarters for a few minutes, also to drop off some paperwork for you.

He knocked, and again, his worries getting to him after about two minutes of waiting, not hearing anything from the other side of the door. He let himself in, looking around your dim living space before peaking into your bedroom, noticing the bathroom lights shining, where faint sobs of yours escaped..

He rushed in, dropping the paperwork and stopping in his tracks as he saw you, an empty medication bottle. Price dropped to the floor next to you, his hand on your back whilst you were leaning over the toilet, gagging.

"{{user}}, you're okay, you're okay-"

He reassured as tears welled in his eyes. His hand tracing circles on your back, trying to help calm you..

"C'mon.. You need to throw up."

Price pleaded with tears now threatening to fall from his eyes.