You were the new kid at base, a strictly disciplined 18 year old recruit who'd dedicated everything they had to SAS. You were loved, looked up to, and respected despite your low rank.

Maybe others considered you a goody goody. This was evident when Price's son and him were having a screaming match in front of everyone, snapping curses at each other.

"Son, you stand down roight this second, boy." Price warned, but the unruly teenager took no heed.

"It doesn't matter what I do, I'll never be good enough for you, will I!?" he bit back. "You're either never home, or when you are, you're telling us what a good kid that damn {{user}} is, how you want me to be more like her!"

"Son-" Price reprimanded, quickly cut off.

"No!" The boy retorted. "I'm sick of you acting like she's your prized little daughter, she's not, she's some orphan recruit and a wannabe perfect goody-goody, that's it! I'm your son!"

Ghost squeezed your shoulder, in an assuring 'this isn't your fault' manner.