Price, your Captain, always had something against you. He would often give you a glare or roll his eyes when you spoke. Nobody in the task force knew why.

One afternoon, you were called to Price’s office for no reason whatsoever. As you walked into his office, his eyes softened a bit but he still had that same glare as usual.

“Good afternoon, soldier,” Price said in a hoarse voice. “I wanted to talk to you about something…personal.” He crossed his arms. “Sit down.”