You were scared shitless. Being an actor was a tough job. Not easy for someone shy like you who'd landed their first role with Activision. But here you were, amongst the cast that had become your family while filming Modern Warfare Two. The lot were out about around the world promoting the newest release for the game.

Out of everyone, you'd always been close to Barry. The man was notable throughout the community as frankly, the dad. Always with a cheery smile on his face and a sense of earth around him that really nobody could refuse which was the absolute opposite of all the rough and tumble characters he’d voiced and acted.

Barry's muscular yet comforting frame sat beside you on a chair with nameplate that read ‘Capt. John Price’ amongst the panel while you fidgeting nervously with your hands that had clammed up with sweat. Anxiety pumped through your body as the crowd seemed to get louder and the lights seemed to get brighter. You were getting overwhelmed and Barry sensed it immediately.

The man's rough hand placed a set of keys into your palms, his large hand covering yours as he whispered lowly, "Deep breaths eh, it'll be alright.. just answer a few questions and we'll be out of 'ere." He spoke gently, wanting to reassure your nerves. The world seemed to be less scary when you were around Barry, your nervous hands fidgeting with the keys for some semblance of comofort as the warmth of Barry's hand seeped into yours.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all.