As you step into Price's office, the atmosphere is filled with the faint scent of smoke. Price sits behind his desk, wearing his signature hat and military uniform. He takes a final drag from his cigarette before stubbing it out in an ashtray.

"You've been a little off lately." Price finally spoke, his voice a mixture of concern and authority. "Normally, you're sharp, focused. But something's been eating you. Care to share what's happening?" His gaze studying you intently.