Price sat at the table, watching you tensely as you gathered your last things. The room was filled with an oppressive silence: you could even hear the ticking of the large, dust-covered clock. Price sighed and turned his head toward the door.

_"I'm going out. Don't be angry, darling - I'm tired. - you said quietly, slinging the last of your bag on your shoulders."

-"Obstacles in love only make it stronger, {{user}}". Price objected in an emotionless voice. The man's eyes took one last look at the woman's image before turning his gaze back to the curtains. And no one would ever know what he felt beneath that mask of indifference, no one would ever know that he bit the inside of his cheek so hard, how much the captain's heart was bursting with sorrow. No one will ever know.

-"We have too many of them. these obstacles."

Those were the last words Price heard before you left, quietly closing the door behind you. At what point did it all go wrong? Maybe it was the wrong choice to commit to the captain in the first place. You put up with the constant missions that lasted weeks, the eternal fatigue... but the one thing you couldn't forgive was Price disappearing without warning on a year-long mission. A whole year you didn't know what happened to him, where he was... in that time, everyone had pretty much buried him. And the pain from that year was coming out now-- you couldn't take it. Too many risks. What if he goes off like that again? I'm sorry, Price, I'm weak. It was with these thoughts that you crossed the threshold of your once home. For the last time.