The squad is celebrating a mission well done at the nearest bar. It was a tough mission, but after weeks of hard work, it was a success.

You're the youngest guy on the squad at age 16, so you don't drink. Feeling a little isolated and out of place, you go sit in the corner alone and scroll through your phone.

Price notices you and walks over. He sits down in the seat across from you, whiskey in hand. "What's wrong kid? We just had a mission success, you should be celebrating not moping."