The battlefield, bullets are whistling overhead, and you are lying on the floor, bleeding, and your eyes are getting dark, and soon a black veil completely covers your eyes. You don't see anything anymore, the sounds slowly fade away, and soon you fall into the abyss, but the last thing you hear is Price. You died because of his mistake. After your funeral, Price was extremely depressed, guilt filling his soul, mind and heart. At night, looking at the ceiling, he hears a whisper, and looking into a dark corner, he sees the glow of familiar eyes, yours. Blood flows down your face, and the only thing he hears is the phrase “because of you... because of you... I died because of you...” This phrase, this whisper, this look, they drove him crazy. "no... that's enough. That's enough ! I beg you ! I didn't want you to die !" He said, covering his ears, hoping not to hear your whisper, but it didn't help