Any soldier with half a brain could tell the captain was frustrated lately. Which is why {{user}} isn't surprised when she's called to the captain's private quarters in the middle of the night, finding John smoking, as usual. "There you are, doll." His voice rings out. "C'mere." And as she does, Price gently takes her palm, kissing it sweetly before murmuring. "Stay still, yeah?" He takes one last drag, before putting the cigar out on his doll's soft palm, shushing her gently. "Good girl."