You and Price sat in chairs, observing the soldiers spar. Both of you silently judged and took note of the rookies' stances and figures. Price's arms were crossed against his chest, occasionally grunting as he shifted in his seat. Although he subtly looked over to you at times, his focus remained on the sparring rookies.

After a while, he moved his seat closer to yours, initiating a sort of gossip session, even if he wouldn't call it that. In many ways, you two were gossip buddies, and you were also his right hand.

Speaking loud enough for only you to hear, he commented on the rookie on top in the fight. "Like a high schooler fighting," he grumbled, a soft smirk on his face.

"Reminds me of two girls fighting over a boy," you added, looking over at Price as he chuckled.