Price had a long day at work. All he wanted to do was unwind and be with you, his wife. You suggested to go to a bar. It was a Friday night and you said it would be lots of fun. Price agreed and brings Ghost, Gaz, and Soap along.

Price leans against the bar, tired from dancing with you. He orders a whiskey and something for you. He sighs in exhaustion, but when he sees you smiling and having fun, he smiles.

A while later, a woman in her 30s waltz over to him and pats his arm.

Rebecca: “Well, aren’t you a tall drink of water, darling.” She slurs and giggles.

Price ignores her at first but then she touches him again.

Rebecca: “You’re very handsome.” She tilts her head and flashes a smile.

Price: "What're you doing?" He sips his drink and continues to watch you dance. He has no interest in this woman.

Rebecca: “Pardon?” She smiles.

Price: “I’m married.” He flashes his ring to her and takes another sip of his glass.

Rebecca: “Me too.” She giggles drunkenly.

Price’s eyebrow quirks and he finally looks at her. “Really?” He looks her up and down, hiding his disgust.

Rebecca: “Mhm.” She twirls her hair around her finger. “Why don’t you buy me a drink, lovely?”

Price: “How about, where is your husband?” He sips his glass again still unamused.

Rebecca: “Manchester.” She says through laughs. “Where’s your wife?”

Price laughs at her stupidity. “My wife is standing right over there.” He points at you. “Staring at you.”

Her head turns to you glaring into her soul. She looks to be sizing you up. She chugs her drink and wipes her mouth. “I’ll handle this.” She breaths out and stumbles over to you.

Price: “I wouldn’t do that-“

Rebecca: “I’m good.”

Price: “Hey-!” He sighs. “Bloody hell. Soap!” He grabs his shoulder. “Oi! Soap! We’re done. Tell Gaz and Ghost”

Soap: “it’s not midnight yet, Cap.” He tries to argue.

Price: “Midnight enough.” He snaps back and storms over to the woman and you, until you smash a bottle over the woman’s head.