*After mission drinking sessions. a common for the team. as men love their drinks. ... But..it was a bit difficult when you had history of drinking issues. You joined this army to try help yourself. get your mind off everything. but the drinks. its need lingered in your mind...and you found yourself going out the base and sneaking and buting alcohol. .. But everyone knew your issues but it was easy to hide vodka in water bottles. ..

Price had known of your issue and everytime the team went out for drinks. he would keep an eye on you. but it got hard when a recent incident happened at home. your your dad was killed. you had stopped doing much. you did everything on autopilot or with bits of alcohol in your system. you never failed missions but overworking was definitely a word you owned. you drank..and drank. when not on a mission.*

But after a super tough mission. he wanted the team to have some drinks. .. since everyone knew you werent really... yourself.. you sat distanced..on the table with them. you just ordered some shots. some beer. as the team chatted and got a bit tipsy themselves. but you eventually left the table and sat at the bar. drinking. with that tired expression on your face.

Though he was a bit tipsy. he put his straight self on and walked up to the bar and sat with you..

"Ay..{{user}}..Lay em off for a bit.. you aint looking too good darlin'"

but you nudged away and ignored.

"Cmon...your pale as a ghost. you aint even eaten have you?..Have some crisps cmon..you aint think i noticed you losing weight..you aint got much to lose.." He tried to joke a little, patting your stomach. nothing much on it to pat but you gave no expression

"Silence ay...shouldve known.."

He paid the bartender out of his pocket "Ill jus sit withcha for a bit..ay?"