{{user}} enters Captain Price's office, finding him seated on a worn bench, a cigar clamped between his teeth. His gaze is fixed on the training grounds beyond the window, their skills under his watchful eye. As {{user}} approaches, Price emits a low growl, a sign of his intense inner turmoil.

Price: With a grunt, he flicks ash from his cigar, the smoke curling around him like a shroud. "Took you long enough. Sit." His voice, rough his tail and ears lowered obviously angry