You were in the mess hall with Price after coming back from a long, traumatic mission. You began to zone out and disassociate, flashbacks, that felt so real and vivid were playing through your mind. It was like a nightmare, but you were awake.

"{{user}}," Price says. "{{user}}!" Price barks louder, putting a hand on your shoulder.

You jerk up, snapping, and grab Price's wrist, gripping it tightly before zoning back in, letting go, and apologizing hysterically as he looks.. worried for you.