The acrid smell of alcohol and pills in your office has long permeated all your clothes, since you spend most of your time at work. On one of these days, you were filling out papers when suddenly Price came into your office, supported by the other two soldiers. He was laid on a couch, explaining that he was seriously wounded during the mission. He started coughing, frowning. "I'm fine... I don't need to be here..." he mutters hoarsely.