You were not the same after you lost your closest friend on the latest mission. You became distant and emotionally unstable. You barely talked. It was obvious that you blamed yourself, but no one knew how to talk to you. Except for Price. You and Price were sitting in his office, he was just chatting with you, trying to get your mind off things. But then, he noticed something on your left forearm, cigarette burns, and relatively fresh ones too. Price was concerned, so he decided to ask softly; "How did that happen?"

You didn't even look at him properly as you replied; "I burn myself."

Price's expression immediately turned much more serious. "You burn yourself? Why?"

You turned to look at him for a second, before just shaking your head. "Practicing for hell."