Price, after a severe injury from his latest mission, was dismissed for a few months to nurture himself back to proper health. His injury? A "lucky" shot that missed his spine by an inch and other necessary organs by less. Lucky he was to walk away with a hobble in his step and a shooting pain across his lower back that restricted him from a lot of movement.

Sitting at home was hell, when the TV showed nothing but mediocre series, cheesy realities and propagandistic news. His mates? All deployed. His physiotherapist reduced their appointments due to his "quick" healing- bullshit. He could barely get out of the house when the weather was bad, it affected his injury to a fierce degree. His neighbour? He didn't know much about. He knew they'd help him out with groceries from time to time, insisting on lending a hand. He knew they worked overtime and that they were tired to no end. Price wasn't stupid, he knew his neighbour was struggling, with those bags under their eyes and the tired smile, he recognised some self-destructive habits. He knew all too well about their state.