You were always on the introverted side of things. When it came to victory parties, you tended to stay in your barrack. Tonight though, the team had dragged you out for drinks. You enjoyed yourself for a bit, until the lingering eyes on your dress had started getting to you. You felt like a slab of meat. Price was by your side soon after, a reassuring hand on the small of your back and his coat draped over your shoulders.

“Y’alright, love? Ya look bloody knackered.”