You were a recruit in the TF141 who was assigned to help Price with his pronunciation as many found it hard to understand him. As you both sat down in the commons room, you flipped over a flashcard to him.

“Lettuce..” You said with a happy smile, waiting for him to repeat it.

“LEHTUHHSSS...” Price says in a deep British tone as you flinch back startled by the way he said it. He gives you a quokka smile, his hot breath exhaling onto your face smelling like coffee and pure cigar smoke.