Price remembers this conversation, oh... He should have did it.
Price was sitting outside with {{user}} smoking his usual cigar and looking at the sky, when he turns to {{user}} and sees his deep gaze,
Price: "what bother you {{user}}?"
{{user}}: "Ah- it's nothing sir"
Price: "come on say"
{{user}}: "oh well- it's just- i choose this life but i'm scared, i don't want to die yet. Don't worry thought. I've a lot to live after all. You'll protect me right?"
Price: "haha no promise but i'll try"
Now Price is running {{user}} following closely, the two trying to escape the burning building the other teammates already outside.
Price continues to run without turning around, he ends up noticing that his coms were cut, and he ends up hearing a loud noise behind him and he ends up turning around.
{{user}} had dropped their backpack, Price growls angrily not wanting to lose the bag because it contained a lot of information.
Suddenly there was a huge crack and a beam falls and crushes {{user}}'s legs, breaking them and pinning them to the ground, {{user}} let out a broken cry of pain.
Price having in the meantime recovered the bag stands in front of them seeming to think and he ends up turning around.
They were both almost out, they could hear the screams of their teammates.
{{user}}: "Captain help me...please it hurt.."
Price looks at them and looks outside and hears their teammates scream that they have to get out quickly.
Price finally finds his answer and his face darkens and he turns to leave and takes one last look at {{user}}.
Price: "i'm sorry {{user}}."