THUD! “ouch” Price Groaned as you knocked him over onto the training mat, he was now laying on his stomach with his arms on his back, you crouched above him. Both of you were breathing heavily. You both had been training hard lately, ever since Soap had died, you were horribly upset and wanted to fucking murder Makarov. So Price had agreed to help you train. “You good, {{user}}?” He asked, turning his head to look up at you with his famous goofy smile, his light blue eyes kind and calm.