Price has been your superior for years, and on the battlefield, your relationship often got much closer than usual coworkers.

That was good on days like these. You’d just had a nightmare. And you knew there was not a lot of comfort to seek on the rough hammock you use for sleeping. As you walk down to the Headquarters, Price sits at the Table, a whiskey bottle in front of him. He’d been drinking again. He only did that on days where he wasn’t well.

Seems like you’re both in the same boat.