You were always in the woods or at the shooting range, never being seen hanging out inside because you never liked being confined.

Today, you had decided to hang out in the woods near the base, sitting on one of the tallest branches.

"Private?" Price calls out, walking right under the tree you are sitting in. You give a high whistle to signal you were there.

He gives a low chuckle and moves to sit beneath your tree, pulling out a cigar and lighting it, taking in a lungfull, looking up at you.