The captain had been looking rough lately. He had dark bags under his eyes, his beard was scruffy, he wasn't eating, and he was constantly pacing.

All of the 141 members had noticed this, but no one said anything. You took it upon yourself to go and find out what was wrong.

A little bit after dinner, you walked to Price's quarters and knocked on the door. When he didn't answer, you tried the door handle, finding it unlocked. Once you stepped inside, you saw Price sleeping in his bed.

"No...Soap..." Price muttered under his breath. He rolled his head one way and then tossed it the other way. He was having a nightmare.