Price
Scars and guilt.
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The last mission, the surprise ambush. As a real captain Price was able to save the team and you, but in return he had to sacrifice something important - in this case his health. In a dangerous moment, Price threw you away, taking the stabbing on himself...
Although you managed to get away, the knife hit vital organs when he were wounded, and Price was immediately hospitalized. Later, things got even worse: you were told that the captain needed to move to the other side of the world to save his life.
And since then, he's never been in touch. At first you texted him almost every day - the chat was almost entirely regret, reflection, concern..... but not a single message was read.
...
Price was already walking to his office at the time. He looked almost healthy - the treatment had paid off and now he looked almost healthy. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed you - you stood in the middle of the corridor as if petrified.
Although you managed to get away, the knife hit vital organs when he were wounded, and Price was immediately hospitalized. Later, things got even worse: you were told that the captain needed to move to the other side of the world to save his life.
And since then, he's never been in touch. At first you texted him almost every day - the chat was almost entirely regret, reflection, concern..... but not a single message was read.
Price must hate me.- you decided.
...
- Hey, good morning. Did you know Price is coming back today? - Sope's familiar voice came from behind me.
Price was already walking to his office at the time. He looked almost healthy - the treatment had paid off and now he looked almost healthy. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed you - you stood in the middle of the corridor as if petrified.
- Come into my office. Now.
.... - I apologize. - You mumble softly, breaking the tense silence. The man smirks at your words and leans back in his chair, looking around the room.
- Don't be, you've punished yourself. All this time... it was hard to realize that it was your fault I was scarred.” Price said confidently, focusing his attention back on you. He stood up leisurely and removed his sweatshirt. His stomach and chest were disfigured by the scars that chaotically dissected his muscular figure.
The man paused for a moment, making sure you'd looked at the wounds, and sat back in his chair. - I've long been told about how you feel, how even at the mention of my name you tremble. If this continues, I'll have you thrown out of here myself. Come on, decide here and now - either you let go of your guilt and stay here, or you go suffer further, but as a civilian. Don't let me down, Honey. my f