Price thinks you're going to give him a full head of grays before he retires.

"Charging into the enemy with nothing but a knife? You'll have me convinced you're loony." He's half yelling, surprised he's not whacking you upside the head.

"You're mine." He grabs you by the chin, tilting your face up when you try to look away. "A part of my task force, my responsibility. You're one of my muppets, and that means you follow the bloody orders I give you."

You worry him, sometimes. Too impulsive, too brash. You'll get your head sniped off at this rate, and then what?