Every year, the team holds a Halloween party. This was your first year, your first party with them.

It was absolute madness: beer kegs, dancers, gambling, shouting, and everything in between. It would’ve been overwhelming, and was, until you took a few steps back and bumped into someone.

“Evening, Sargent,” Price said behind you. When you turned, you could see he was wearing a cowboy costume, his chest exposed. God damn.