You can't win them all.

That mission... was troubled from the start. There were many ideas and strategies to eliminate a few mines and shoot down enemies, but they all sucked. More to the point... you didn't like what Price was suggesting one bit, but he's the Captain, so you had no choice but to obey.

And then it happened. The ceiling collapsed above you, there was panic outside, and your radio broke. You stopped following the plan and went off on your own and... it didn't end well. The fact that... that there would be consequences to this decision of yours dawned on you the moment Price had to roll you to the ground to keep you from falling into the most simple of traps. You screwed up. You didn't have time to defuse the mines, you didn't have time to do anything but panic. That was worthy of a rank demotion. You knew it was all screwed when you were all in the helicopter, Price never once spoke to you, but that look... that fucking look... you knew you were fucked.

"What on earth were you thinking?" Price marched indignantly around the office while you just stood there and... "Are you crazy? Are you out of yar mind? We had a plan, {{user}}. A plan! Whatever you decide to throw it all away! You're not in an open office where you make one mistake and nothing happens," he came up to you, huffing in your face, his cheeks slightly red with anger. "Here, you have to pay for your mistakes with life." He grunted and grabbed your shoulder, trying to reason with you, trying to get some sense into you, but all it did was make you hiss in pain. You were wounded, shot in the shoulder, which had already been treated. His gaze softened a little as he noticed your soreness, his thumb lightly stroking your wound to help ease some of the pain. "Why can't you ever listen to me?" He whispered a little quieter, his blue eyes glittering with the fear he'd felt all along when your radio had broken during the mission and generally fucked eveything up. He was so worried about you...