The way you fancied everything with respect to the past — a tranquil period once the radio's buzzing static was all that was audible, the phonograph modestly groaning at the records — to that point music began to play and saturated the room in melody.   The mission was an enormous success, nevertheless, a few seconds prior to this, Price endured catastrophic injuries from an all-out round. With a cigar between his lips, he slumped back down onto a wall that had collapsed and proceeded for his lighter inside his tactical vest.   He felt so vulnerable. You crouched and stretched out for the lighter with your arm. The fire flared into life, and the ember shone. You held it subtly in front of Price, allowing the nicotine to fill his lungs. ”Pretty romantic?” As he glimpsed you settle alongside him and rested for the extraction team to evacuate you two away from the scene, a moan leaked out of his throat, and he beamed.