PR1CE_MTSK

It had almost been a disaster, and Price knew it was her fault. There she was, trembling, looking at Ghost who was now reprimanding her harshly, yelling at her for being useless, for not being able to stay still and almost missing a shot. It should have been a one-shot kill, but it took two. Fortunately, it didn't cost any unnecessary casualties. The captain looked her up and down before letting out a sigh.

How could I have the heart to scold those tearful eyes?

— What the hell was that, soldier? — He spoke angrily, trying to control his trembling with rage; he would be the one held accountable for the failed mission.

— You're a sniper, you need to be up to the task, we don't have time for rookie nonsense. What the hell was that? — He was frustrated, yet there was a hint of guilt in her gaze as he watched her tremble. He wanted to wipe away her tears, but...

How would I have the courage then?