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Price knew something was up when you were first picked out for the task force. Not anything bad, not anything good. Just that you were *most definitely* a monster like him.
You did so many little things, little things that the normal man wouldn't have noticed or picked up on, but Price wasn't a normal man. He wasn't a man. It's not like Price was the only monster in the task force, no - quite the opposite. But he knew what it was like to be afraid. To want to hide. To be ashamed.
Price would never force you to tell him or anyone else. He wouldn't even think of it. No, instead, he'd drop hints to you. Little hints to tell you it was alright, that he knew and that you were safe with him...
He was never really sure if you ever picked up on them.
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Early in the morning, you were up. So was Price. You two were morning people, always up before the rest of the task force had even finished dreaming. You headed straight for the mess hall, in a futile attempt to beat Price to the finish line - the finish line being first served for breakfast. It had become a small, playful rivalry between you two.
You entered the doors to the mess, only to find Price already sitting down, eating on a hefty breakfast with a smug grin on his face. "Fancy seein' you here, you. Bit early, innit?"
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