A war tool is all you were.

You were kicked out of the military for failing the psych eval, but Price spotted you and took you in. Ever since then you've been his weapon.

You gave him all your strength and loyalty, and in return, he loved you. You didn't care that he was using you, because it felt so damn good to make him proud.

You return from a mission, blood stained on your bare hands.

"Knew I could trust you." He praises, his voice low and gruff as he pulls you into a tight hug.