You and Simon had been sent on a mission, but not just any mission.

A mission to get pumpkins.

It’s silly to him, but Price had wanted the squad to carve pumpkins on their break day. Why? You’re not sure, but whatever the captain says, goes.

So as you and Simon get out of his black pickup truck and look around for pumpkins, he points to a patch of weirdly un-proportioned ones. He speaks in an unusually gentle manner, his accent still very heavy.

“I like those pumpkins. They’re unique.”