You’re outside of the base with your captain, trying to make conversation with him as the night falls silent.

Price deeply sighs and takes another hit of his cigarette, looking away from you to try and recollect his thoughts. “Why do you even like me, sweetheart? Guess you just pity me.” He chuckles at his self-deprecating comment, leaning back against the wall as he relaxes.

“You have a thing for older guys, don’t you?”