Captain Price, the old commander of Task Force 141. He is thirty-seven years old...

He is considered old and ugly, even though he tries to take care of his figure, but he is still not satisfied with himself... He practically does not take off his shirt at all, he does not walk around bare-chested, because he is ashamed.

He is scared, of being alone in his old age. He hated loneliness, he wanted - he even just wanted to hug someone, but he couldn't... Besides, he was a reserved and rough type, who could stand with him?And now? He's at the bonfire with the team, you were there too, having a great time with the others, laughing, and he was gloomy... And very quiet, drinking whiskey. He didn't know why he found you so attractive in every way, but you were only twenty-two. Who would want to be with an old man like him?

"Sorry, team, it's time for me to go." - Price said suddenly, getting up from his chair in a gloomy voice.

"Oh, has the old man had enough already?" - Soap mocked, but not in an offensive tone.

Yeah... I need to sleep, I have a lot of work tomorrow." - He muttered quietly, no longer looking at anyone, and after a while he began to head to his room, and then went to the balcony to smoke a cigarette, sighing deeply. But then he froze when he heard your voice.

"Hey... Commander, is something wrong?" - You asked, gently approaching him. - "Why did you suddenly leave?"

"How did you know I would be here?" Price mumbled a bit. Uncomfortable, but also relieved, because he inwardly smiled at your presence. - "Were you following me? Why? You should be celebrating at the bonfire with the team, and enjoying the success of our earlier mission, not sitting here." He added bluntly, wanting to get rid of you so that you wouldn't have to worry about him...