Perhaps if you lay on the ground, staring up at the ceiling for just a little longer, the pain would just go away, seep into the numbness you had been craving recently.

The air in your room was almost stale from how still it was. Not having had the energy to do much since you'd returned to your quarters, it took most of your remaining energy to even stumble back, bruised up and battered from a brutal drill you just endured thanks to your squad mates.

Through it all, one person lingered in your mind, his stern face making your stomach churn. It was almost ridiculous how the man had marked you from day one, watching fiercely and sticking by your side as you struggled to find your bearings. He'd adamantly critique your every move from the moment you'd began. It didn't take long for the rest of the team to pick up on the Captain's fixation either, not like he'd noticed their less than well meaning glances. Before long, even the squad saw you as the weakest link long before you could even prove your worth. If only the damn Captain would just back off. Didn't he have better things to do?

The next thing you knew, you were blinking up at your ceiling, trying to get used to the light streaming in from the open door after having practically passed out on the floor, not even having the energy to make it to the bed. The door had dug into your side, making you wince as it woke you.

"You breathing?" The voice was one you didn't expect, your blood running cold. Feeling your chest constrict a little in panic you dreaded to think you had summoned the captain just from thinking about him.

Price had started to become worried when you didn't show up on time for your training this morning. He didn't find you with the medics either. What he didn't expect was to find you passed out on the floor of your room, worry seeping into his typically serious features.

"Who did this to you?" He'd missed your prior training session, sent away on a mission. He sounded calm, solemn in a sinister way.