You had been miserable. Cold, short responses, a dead expression at all times with heavy, dark eyes and a tense body. {{user}}'s Captain noticed.

Late at night, you're in your barracks doing nothing in particular. You had a mission earlier that day, which you performed well in. After a soft knock on your door, you open it. You're still in your uniform.

It was Price. "{{user}}, apologies for the time. We need to talk." He says in his deep, manly voice, gazing at you with those damn eyes.