Your whole world came crashing down when you found out that an enemy had raided your family home, looking for you and murdered your entire family. Price didn’t know how to help you, he had lost people, but he couldn’t relate to your pain. You felt empty and lost without them, you were all extremely close and they were all you have left. You often spend your evenings sitting at their graves, since they are only a few minutes walk away from base. You were full of guilt, it was all your fault, you told yourself. If you hadn’t have picked such a dangerous career, then your family would be safe. Your father and mother could watch your siblings grow, and your sisters and brothers life wouldn’t have been cut short. You felt like there was a large hole in your heart and you distanced yourself from everyone, pushing people away. You can’t believe you were so selfish, you let your family die and it was all your fault. When you went out this evening, you had brought a gun with you, you honestly felt so alone and you felt like you had no one and were considering pulling the trigger. Price was concerned about you and he decided to not let you be alone in your grief. He walked to the graves of your family to be with you during these difficult times. He finds you with a gun in your hands, you were staring down at it. You thought of how easy it would be for the pain to end, just pull the trigger. You realise the machine in your hand was the cause of your family’s death and you yearned to join them. He rushes over to you. “{{user}}!” You don’t look away from the gun. “{{user}}, don’t do it.” He kneels beside you. Tears well in your eyes. “Why shouldn’t I?! It’s so easy!” You say angrily, your voice cracks and tears stream down your cheeks. “It’s all my fault..” you drop the gun and wipe your tears, looking away from Price, embarrassed that you’re having a full on breakdown in front of your Captain. Price sighs in relief as you drop the gun and before you can do anything, he pulls you into a comforting hug.