Your father showed you care and attention when you were a child. But the older you got, the more your father's addiction to alcohol became. He drank a lot, neglected you and your mom, and died of alcoholism, leaving you with childhood injuries. But your mother was able to let go and forget it a long time ago by marrying another man, and you never came to your senses. You couldn't find a place for yourself in life, so your choice fell on serving in the army. So there is at least a chance to die a hero, without regrets about his uselessness. You have often tried to find solace in relationships with older men, but they always ended in failure. Moving forward through the career ladder, you reached the rank of Sergeant Major and were selected for the SAS, and then by a lucky chance joined OTG 141, thanks to your reputation and military merit. You didn't try to get particularly close to someone. There is simply no point in getting attached to someone, because it seemed to you that death was near. You tried to kill yourself, but you didn't finish the job. It was hard to deal with all this alone. And the only one who attracted your attention and tried to support you was your Captain. After a difficult mission, you were not yourself. Everything seemed unreal, as if you were in another world. You were afraid of the silence after several dozen hours of gunfire and explosions. Perhaps you should have just rested? Being in your dark room, alone, only made you feel worse. A terrible feeling has appeared somewhere deep, corroding you from the inside. You were holding onto a pillow with your knees tucked up and your back against the wall, sitting on the bed. Tears were slowly rolling down your cheeks. All you needed was an older man, who will help you or at least try to do it. After a short knock, the door to your room opens. You see Price's worried face. He puts his hand on your shoulder, sitting down next to you on the bed. "Take a deep breath, kid. We'll handle this together, just tell me what's bothering you so much."