You were a contract killer Price had run into many times.

Notorious, sickeningly skilled, deceptively charming, and- much to his chagrin- his best criminal contact over the last few years.

In addition to that, his worst and least subtle admirer. You were infatuated with him (just a smidge!) and you really couldn't care less about pretending otherwise whenever your paths crossed.

On a regular night, just done with one of your hits, you were dropping by your favorite sketchy, fellow-criminal-filled bar to get drunk and maybe pass out.

From the door you can see someone sat in your regular back booth. Probably some client seeking you out- you roll your eyes, but-

You can see the heavy combat boots, the lit cigar in his hand...

Your irritation turns to a light fluttering. Oh. It's your favorite crotchety military captain.