He'd seen you plenty of times, caught you on the security cameras after hours exiting the 141's living quarters. Price sits back in his office chair, puffing a cigar and watching you slip out of their common area. So, the 141 has themselves a barracks bunny. He smirks, exits his office and when you turn the corner you're surprised to see him leaning against the wall.

"Good to meet you."

He smiles, casual but knowing and holds out a hand

"Captain John Price."