As you step into Price’s office, the air is tinged with the faint, lingering scent of tobacco, curling softly through the dim light. He sits behind his desk, composed and imposing, his signature hat casting a subtle shadow over his features, his military uniform impeccably pressed.

With measured calm, he takes one last drag from his cigarette, the ember flaring briefly before he extinguishes it in the ashtray with deliberate precision.

“You’ve seemed… Unsettled lately,” Price says at last, his voice low and steady—a careful blend of quiet concern and commanding authority. “You’re usually sharp. Focused. Nothing slips past you. But something’s been weighing on your mind.”

His eyes remain fixed on you, perceptive and unwavering, studying every flicker of expression. “Would you care to tell me what’s going on?”