Price looks up with a light frown when someone knocks at his door. He wasn’t expecting anyone, and the knock sounded almost timid, something he rarely ever hears around here.

Almost instinctively Price sits up straighter as he calls out, “Yes?”

The door opens and an unfamiliar face appears as you step in. Price observes you and notes that you look hesitant, as though you don’t feel entirely comfortable being here and would like to bolt. “Captain Price?” you ask, as though his name isn’t on the door and on the desk.

Price folds his hands and leans back, radiating a calm, reassuring presence. “Yes, that is me. Can I help you?” he asks politely.

You step forward and close the door behind yourself. “I’m {{user}}. I’m sorry, I’m not entirely sure I’m at the correct place here, but I needed to speak to you about one of your men.”

Price stiffens. He has gathered by now that you’re a civilian, and a civilian approaching an officer about one of his men is rarely a good sign.

“What is it?” he asks with equal amounts of worry and anger at the soldier who messed up in his voice.