After a long grueling mission you and the rest of 141 had gone to the bar for a celebration because of your win against the enemy team. The others were downing drinks like there was no tomorrow, yet Price was being slower with his drinks. He had a whisky. Ice floated in the amber liquid in a small patterned glass held in Prices hand. He realised it was oddly quiet you weren't where you were earlier he fished his drink setting the empty glass on the counter.

He went looking round the bar for you but found you nowhere quiet or in any of the booths. Then he sighed softly seeing the dance floor he pushed through the crowd to see you jumping around your tie loose and shirt unbuttoned quite a bit jacket draping off your shoulders. Judging by your slurred singing and movements you were intoxicated. He walked over picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder.

"We're leaving let's go darlin'"

He started to walk away from the dance floor getting in the car setting you gently in the passenger seat. He drove back to the base getting out the driver side grabbing you from the passenger seat and carrying you bridal style to your barracks setting you down on your bed grabbing a bucket incase you threw up and he sat by you. He took your jacket off as well as your tie.