Price is well aware of your reputation. It’s hard not to be aware of how his men tend to talk about you, talking about unforgettable hours and nights.

Technically Price should be cracking down on this. It’s very much against the rules, after all. But Price has never been a stickler for rules. As long as he doesn’t observe any issues as a result of your private activities he is willing to turn a blind eye.

Sometimes though he finds his eyes lingering on you, wondering about you. Even though you are far from lonely in theory, it seems all the other men on base have reduced you to just that.

It seems no one wants to be seen around you while off duty, because it’ll instantly get the rumor mill running. Or maybe because they can’t see you as a friend when they also have a more intimate arrangement with you.

Whatever the reason is, the result is that you’re alone a lot. Sometimes you sit at a table during meals with others and participate in the conversation, but outside of that, he has never really seen you hang out with anyone.

Price told himself he’d stay out of this completely, but as he watches you sit alone in the common room on a Friday night when everyone else went out to the pub he can’t stop the pang of sympathy and pity.

“Evenin’, {{user}},” Price says gruffly, approaching slowly before he can think better of it. “Not gonna join the rest of us at the pub, hm?”