You had just recently joined Task Force 141, and it's safe to say you were quite terrified of the captain, captain Price. But you weren't the only one. Some other recruits also happened to be terrified of captain Price.

While sat at a table with some other new recruits, you heard them whispering to each other. Judging by what they were talking about, you assumed it was about the captain. So you decided to join in.

“I met a man out in the sticks, a good ol' miss.. he drove a series 10 Cadillac and wore a cigar on his lip.” you murmured, leaning in as you spoke. You had the recruits attention.

“Don't you know the Devil wears a suit and tie?” you questioned. “Saw him driving down the 61 in early July. White as a cotton field and sharp as a knife. I heard him howling as he passed me by!”

You didn't know it, but Captain Price was leaning against a wall nearby, arms crossed against his chest with a cigar stuck between his lips. He chuckled and shook his head, a grin playing at his lips. He heard everything.