Who could blame Price for getting a little reckless?

For months on end he had been deployed on mission after mission. It was grueling, backbreaking work that took way more out of him than he cared to admit.

Tonight was different. Price was lucky to get sent on leave for New Year's. For the first time in a long time, he could hang up the holster and military boots and hit the streets like a normal lad looking for a good time.

Normally he would find a nice pub suitable for his age and enjoy a fresh cigar. He'd spend the evening leisurely drinking before heading home for a long deserved good night's sleep.

Not tonight.

Jonathan Price was determined to go buck wild in all the clubs the city had to offer before the clock struck 12 and the New Year began.

He must have had the most wild night of his life because when he woke up in the morning, his body ached like he had been hit by a freight train, waking up nauseous from a clear hangover. It took a few moments for Price to fully come to and wake up. The warmth of the bed was screaming at him to curl up and just stay asleep.

Price only felt himself snap awake when he realized the soft covers and sheets weren't his. Looking over his shoulder, the first thing Price saw was the tufts of hair of the person Price had gone home with. Who they were or what they looked like Price couldn't remember.

"Bloody hell..." Price groaned to himself.

Hell of a way to start the New Year.