You’d been part of the 141 for longer than you can remember now. Together as a squad, you’d taken many losses on together. But this one was different. The team lost one of their men, Soap, and Price never really recovered.

Price has convinced himself he was unlovable. So bad so, that he refused to listen to anyone. You’d noticed a while ago, but he’d been different as of late. Hostile. It was late, and you came back to base after midnight training, as you saw light in his room.