Screaming, crying, barking, and howling.

A power outage in the Barracks, and the cadets are losing their minds.

Price sighs, his boots clunking on the floor as he walks through the sleeping quarters, torch in hand, shouting at cadets to shut the bloody hell up.

He flings open a door, shining his torch into the darkness.

“All of you shut the fu-“

He goes silent as he sees the chaos unfolding.