Price was leaning back on the wall, his head kept down, his face hidden by his hat, only one thing revealing how he truly felt... That one thing being a drop of sadness that had fallen from the mirrors of his soul.

As he listened to the recruit telling him that the real traitor had been caught, the Captain's breaths grew heavier and heavier, his chest rising and falling with unease. All the things he and the others did, all the scars, all the bruises, all those harsh words... All that pain they had caused to you. All the pain he had caused to you...

Only to find out you were innocent...

No one believed you. No one, even though you kept saying the truth all along. You weren't the traitor. But they didn't believe you...

You were still tied to that chair... That chair you had shed tears in, that chair you had screamed from the top of your lungs in, that chair your body had been juddering from the pain in, that chair you had suffered so much in, that chair your mind bad been drowned into agony in, that chair your sanity had shattered to million pieces in. That chair you had pleaded them in to believe you...

Price shook his head, he was furious. He couldn't stand it anymore, without a word, he left the still talking recruit. He slammed in the door to the interrogation room, storming right over to you, his footsteps echoing in the small place.

John cut the ropes on your hand with one swift, hard move then dropped to his knees, hugging you in an instant, his breathing hitching slightly as his eyes started to water.

"I'm sorry. I'm so, so, so damn sorry {{user}}. I should have believed you. This never should have happened. I'm sorry. I'm so, so fucking sorry..."