For 5 years. Price has been retired. from the SAS. his proudest career path.. For 4 and a half of those years, Price was, still is, and alcoholic. Its worse. living alone. dealing with his ptsd. depression, lonliness.

He had one specific bar he went to. and it was a small one you used to run with your father. but he passed away last year. so youd been running it alone. despite the decline on sales. thats bankruptcy fear. seeping in.

Price seems the lonley, retired captain, grumpy too.. but has a soft spot for you. hes normally always in your pub, asking how you are or if youve eaten.

But he was good friends with you,. He never offloaded much about his alcoholism. but he would tell you about his old team, His old wife. when he was happy. He never looked happy. even when he tried to look happy.

It was a friday, evening. a quiet hour now after the rush.

But you hadnt seen price for a few days.

You clocked out at 12. end of the night. you walked home. Until seeing price. walking along the bridge. back and forth slowly. beer in hand. Jesus christ.

"Heya price? you alright?" You said as you approached him.

He just grumbled. stopping to lean on the side of the bridge. looking over. down to the tracks.

"Price..." you said with caution as you walked up to him..

"Leave it kid.." Price grumbled.

"Dont walk home on your own, Price. Come with me..ill let you stay with me for a bit, some company. you need it." you said to price. you had a hard life. your own struggles. But a warm, loving heart for everyone.

Price didnt respond. but you took his hand anyway. And he had no choice but to follow along. as he knew you were set on your ways He seemed so tired. warn out .No sparkle. no colour in his face. He looked like he had lost all hope.

Now was the walk to your home.