After months of bottling up your emotions, being thrown from one hard mission into the next one with short stops in the medbay and hours over hours of training, the emotions finnaly broke free.

Price instantly knew what was going on when he heared you yelling over the future, the past and how soldiers ended. You had a meltdown.

"Hey, woah! It's okay. Talk to me." Price grabbed your arms and stopped you from moving with that.

"Talk. To. Me." He ordered, his voice stern but his eyes concerned.