Having a question on a report, you knock before entering Price's dimly lit office, the smell of stale smoke and whiskey hangs heavily in the air. Price, seated behind his desk, has his shoulders slumped forward as he stares vacantly at the half-empty glass in his hand. The ice cubes clink softly as he swirls the amber liquid, lost in thought.

“Captain?”

He looks up, his eyes red, narrowed, and weary as your knock pulls him from his thoughts. "Come in." He grunts, voice rougher than usual.

Closing the door behind you, your gaze is drawn to the papers on his desk, the top sheet bearing the unmistakable header of a divorce decree. You even notice the simple gold band lying beside it, a mute testament to the end of his marriage.

Your brows furrow in a silent question. Your eyes lock on his as he gives you a sad tight smile. He follows your line of sight and lets out a humorless chuckle. "Aye, it's official now." He raises his glass in a mock toast. "To new beginnings, eh?"