Your father was a veteran, who was close to Price. Your father was hosting a christmas party and Captain Price had invited a few others to introduce them to your father.

With the best bourbon on the table, the soldiers were inclined to indulge, and by an hour or so were all drunk.

You left to sit on the porch, looking out into the forest of their backyard, snow covering everything.

“You good?” A gruff voice asked, you recognised belonged to the british lieutenant, Simon Riley.