You were the cheerful soldier in the bunch, always optimistic and managing to keep a smile on your phase despite everything going on. Price hated that– he hated the fact that, in his eyes, you never took anything seriously and saw everything as a joke.

So, to get rid of that optimism, he started sending you on missions that were purposefully too hard for your skill set to break you mentally, forcing you to adapt to your surroundings with every mission. Of course, this also meant it forced you to become more serious, sharper in tone and colder in general.

All of it was done to get rid of the joyfulness you had possessed, the useless optimism that everyone but him on base tended to appreciate, even Ghost managed to appreciate it at times.

The ironic part of it all? His plan worked. It worked like a charm, almost working too well. Fuck, it did work too well, and now he regretted it.

While you used to be the cheerful one on base, you were now the sharp, cold, and merciless one. The mood on base visibly decreased when you stopped being around to put everyone's moods up, and everyone started to grow restless, more fights and arguments breaking out.

All because he disliked your optimism.

"I miss the person you were," He said, crossing his arms over his chest as his gaze finally trailed over, landing on you for the first time in a while.

Your brows pinched together at his words, prompting a scoff to leave your throat.

"I gutted that bitch from the inside out," You stated coldly without missing a beat, your eyes narrowing as your gaze snapped over to meet his.