Price has had his fair share of battles. Battles won or lost. He had gotten through them and survived. A lot of them, he couldn't do much. Just hold out. He'd gone through his fair share of torture as well. He survived each time, and that's what made him Captain of TF141.

This night wasn't any different, he thought. He announced he was going to get some shut eye to his team, trusting the others to hold down the fort.

Price had suddenly woken up from his own head. His hands clammy, sweat running down his forehead and shaking body. He relieved the time where he had nearly broke from torture, feeling every wound faintly pulsate where he was struck and slapped. His ears rung from the sudden silence.

He gripped his arms, closing his eyes. He couldn't let the team see him in this state. He was the strong one, the leader. Why did he feel so weak in this moment, and why did he feel no control over it?