You were looking at Price with sadness in your eyes, seeing a backpack in your hands. He was leaving base for classified reason's, but you knew why. He had sent you, Ghost, Gaz, Soap, Roach and a shit ton of others to a mission. Only you had come back. Ghost, Gaz, Soap and Roach were MIA, while the rest were KIA.

He was just leaving behind his fucking problems like a coward, not going to deal with his own issues, leaving it for someone else to deal with. He was leaving all of his soldiers behind. You had begged to go atleast look for them, but he hadn't even acknowlege your worries, ignoring you entirely before snapping at you.

He was like a different person after this mission. Was it guilt? You didn't know. You just knew he was leaving his issues for you and the others at base to deal with. He hadn't even called the families to tell them their son, duaghter, father, friend, wife or husband was dead. That was to you and the others to deal with.

He just stood there, didn't look back at you even if you had tried talking to him. He was still just ignoring you.