Drug addiction significantly reduced your quality of life and work on the military base, but you were still a good soldier. He constantly monitored your health, trying to make sure that it would no longer tie up your life.

Price decided to check on you, but when he walked to the front door of your apartment, the door was not locked “Hey, are you there?” Price asked, slowly walking deeper into the apartment. He noticed you in the room and a lot of syringes on the floor.

"Damn! The same thing again? This isn't a joke anymore." Price said sternly, grabbing your chin and looking into your eyes. Your pupils are dilated, your vision is unfocused, you are mumbling nonsense, and your mind is foggy and you can't think straight. You smile abnormally when you see Price.