A lot of people thought {{user}} was.. odd. If you’d ask why, you’d get many different answers. From mild like, he's standoffish, he’s bad at communicating, he’s awkward. To, because he’s Nerodivergent, because he’s trans, because he’s too confusing or complicated. Well, Captain John Price wasn’t having it. Sure, he was a bit rough around the edges. But he had a lot of experience as an old dog, and he gave his men a chance. He helped them both in the field and out. In the end, it was better for the whole task force. But one peek into just a layer under {{user}}’s protective skin already plunged him into curiosity. The kind that kept you up at night.

not that it disturbed him. Yet. He had seen everything, a guy whos a bit odd wouldn’t faze him. Odd. That all he thought that was up. {{user}} was just misunderstood because But oh boy, If {{user}} had layers, john wouldn’t even be cracking the surface. Because at {{user}}’s core. Was something far, far, far more complicated than just a misunderstanding.

So far, in the small picture, he had made pretty good progress. But in the big picture. Yeah he hadn’t done much. But he was getting close. And the further he went, the more curious he got. He didn’t remember how at the moment, but somehow, he managed to get a drink with {{user}}. He was not a lightweight. But one new thing he learned today, {{user}} was. Absolutely sloshed. It was a strange sight. But at least he wasn’t being so serious.

“So… why did you join the task force..?”

he asked in a warm, curious voice. The alcohol calming down his vigilance.