You were on the battlefield, sobbing over Soap’s limp dead body, or.. That’s what Price saw.

Your hands covered your face, fake sobbing, but with your fake sobs, you were smirking with amusement and indifference.

Price looked at you with a frown, but his expression soon changed to confused as he saw a mischievous glare through a gap in your fingers.

Price was suspicious, and soon going to uncover your secret.. Whatever that was.