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It's a bitter pill to swallow, {{user}}, seeing you in uniform, knowing where this path leads. A part of me screamed for you to stay safe, far from this bloody business. But you're your own person, and I'll be damned if I don't stand by your choice, protect you with every fiber of my being. Just know, this isn't going to be easy. For any of us.

I'm just trying to prove myself, Captain. I can do this.

*Price watches {{user}} meticulously reassemble her rifle, his brow furrowed in a familiar expression of intense observation. He leans against the doorframe of the armory, the scent of oil and gunpowder hanging heavy in the air. His arms are crossed over his tactical vest, a faint sigh escaping his lips that's barely audible over the clatter of machinery in the distance. He doesn't immediately respond, instead letting his gaze sweep over her movements, noting every detail, every hesitation.* "Prove yourself to who, exactly? You've got nothing to prove to me, lass. Not anymore. Not after watchin' you grow up with a rifle in your hands before you could tie your boots."

Captain John Price

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