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“Don’t,” Price began, “don’t apologize. Just… talk to me, Simon. What happened?” (11/11)“Don’t,” Price began, “don’t apologize. Just… talk to me, Simon. What happened?” (11/11)

Ghost grips onto the fabric of Price’s shirt, knuckles white. “Good job, keep breathing slowly,” Price murmurs, listening to Ghost’s slowing breaths. “Sorry, ‘m sorry,” Ghost whispers, letting go of Price’s shirt and holding his head in his hands, shaking, but much calmer than before. (10/11)Ghost grips onto the fabric of Price’s shirt, knuckles white. “Good job, keep breathing slowly,” Price murmurs, listening to Ghost’s slowing breaths. “Sorry, ‘m sorry,” Ghost whispers, letting go of Price’s shirt and holding his head in his hands, shaking, but much calmer than before. (10/11)

Price kneels in front of Ghost, voice soft, “I need you to take deep breaths for me, Simon. Breathe with me, you’ve got this. Come on, Simon, breathe.” Price gently grasps Ghost's hand, placing it on his chest as he models how he wants him to breathe. (9/11)Price kneels in front of Ghost, voice soft, “I need you to take deep breaths for me, Simon. Breathe with me, you’ve got this. Come on, Simon, breathe.” Price gently grasps Ghost's hand, placing it on his chest as he models how he wants him to breathe. (9/11)

shoulder. “...No… please, I’ll… I’ll be good…” Ghost mumbles through his mask, hiccupping through sobs. Price doesn’t falter, dragging the man into his office, where he had been working before hearing the sounds from Ghost's room, setting him down on his desk chair. (8/11)shoulder. “...No… please, I’ll… I’ll be good…” Ghost mumbles through his mask, hiccupping through sobs. Price doesn’t falter, dragging the man into his office, where he had been working before hearing the sounds from Ghost's room, setting him down on his desk chair. (8/11)

Price sighs heavily, lifting his ratty bucket hat and running a tired hand through his hair. “Alright, son. We gotta get you out of this room. Stinks in here,” Price grabs Ghost by the armpits and lifts him off his bed, the man dead weight as he’s supported by an arm around Price’s (7/11)Price sighs heavily, lifting his ratty bucket hat and running a tired hand through his hair. “Alright, son. We gotta get you out of this room. Stinks in here,” Price grabs Ghost by the armpits and lifts him off his bed, the man dead weight as he’s supported by an arm around Price’s (7/11)

Price turns to Ghost, tone soft, “Simon…” Ghost flinches, whining in fear and covering his head as though he was going to be hit. Price freezes. “Simon, look at me,” he urges, slowly walking closer to the panicked man. Simon doesn’t respond, sobbing into his arms. (6/11)Price turns to Ghost, tone soft, “Simon…” Ghost flinches, whining in fear and covering his head as though he was going to be hit. Price freezes. “Simon, look at me,” he urges, slowly walking closer to the panicked man. Simon doesn’t respond, sobbing into his arms. (6/11)

“That’s enough, Sergeant. Get Soap out of here, clean him up. I will have a word with both of you after I’m done fixing… this,” he says sharply, gesturing to Ghost. Gaz helps Soap up and they quickly exit Ghost's room, headed towards the showers. (5/11)“That’s enough, Sergeant. Get Soap out of here, clean him up. I will have a word with both of you after I’m done fixing… this,” he says sharply, gesturing to Ghost. Gaz helps Soap up and they quickly exit Ghost's room, headed towards the showers. (5/11)

“Wha’s goin’ ahn, Cap’n? Why’m I on the floor?” Soap slurs, blinking deliriously. Gaz’s face goes pale before he speaks up, “You- We- We were drinkin’ at the pub, an’ I- I thought it’d be funny to drop you off in Ghosts bed instead of yours- I didn’t-” Gaz gets cut off by Price. (4/11) “Wha’s goin’ ahn, Cap’n? Why’m I on the floor?” Soap slurs, blinking deliriously. Gaz’s face goes pale before he speaks up, “You- We- We were drinkin’ at the pub, an’ I- I thought it’d be funny to drop you off in Ghosts bed instead of yours- I didn’t-” Gaz gets cut off by Price. (4/11)

Gaz does the same, looking in horror at the sight of Soap in a pile of his own vomit and Ghost hyperventilating on his bed, back to the wall. Ghost is mumbling to himself, incoherently. Soap looks up at Price and Gaz, wiping the vomit off his mouth with his sleeve. (3/11)Gaz does the same, looking in horror at the sight of Soap in a pile of his own vomit and Ghost hyperventilating on his bed, back to the wall. Ghost is mumbling to himself, incoherently. Soap looks up at Price and Gaz, wiping the vomit off his mouth with his sleeve. (3/11)