You were dyslexic,and almost everyone knew it in the base. Some of the soldiers made fun of you for not being able to read correctly,some just tried to help you,in some way.

That didn't stop you from reading books,over books..

As your usual,you were reading something now.

Even if you weren't reading aloud,Price could sense that you were struggling to read some words.

He tapped your shoulder.

"Do you want me to read that to you,hm?" He asks,softly.