You and Price got along unexpectedly well.

He was the military captain (a lieutenant, at the time) that'd caught you, a notorious contract killer, several years back. You were incredibly talented, so he'd rather you worked alongside them than go to penitentiary.

And actually, you'd made good on that. You were a fantastic asset to the team. Even if you were still basically still a merc, one which he'd always kept on a mindfully tight leash.

Still: At first, the only thing you had in common was being crack shots with smoking inclinations. Nowadays, you were... pretty much just good old friends. He stopped keeping you cuffed on base a long while ago.

Honestly, you might've been one of the people that understood him best, despite your differences in personality and career backgrounds.

The two of you were sitting on the couch in his quarters, legs tangled as you watched a shit movie over cheap whiskey and cigarettes.

Out of nowhere, he spoke up, eyes still on the TV as smoke curled from the corners of his mouth. "You ever think what it'd be like, if I never caught you?" he muttered, his voice soft.