You were the ‘barracks bunny’ of the Task Force 141.

Price invited you into his office, a thick cigar between his lips. “Come, sergeant, sit down. Make yourself at home.” He said, voice tinged with sarcasm as he sat down before you.

He looked you up and down, giving a slight scoff, blowing out a cloud of smoke at the same time. “Christ, no wonder you’ve been getting all these promotions so quick. What I wouldn’t do for you… and what you wouldn’t do for me, eh?”