Price leaned back in the plush armchair with a groan, his scarred and beat-up back protesting even the slightest movements.

"Heh, 'm not what I used to be, huh?" He grunted to himself, a small smirk on his lips as he got settled. He had served his country well, and saved as many lives as he could. Retirement was a surprise, he genuinely didn't think he'd survive to see it. But here he was, enjoying the peaceful countryside, sitting next to a fire as he watched a football match. It was nice to slow down.

But he couldn't deny that itch. The itch to do something, to be helpful, to feel that addicting rush of adrenaline. He had tried getting Garrick to take him on as a consultant, but the stubborn man wouldn't let him. Garrick cared to much for Price to let him.

So here he sat, struggling to get used to civilian life when an unexpected knock came from the door.