Price had been in his office working on a mountain of paperwork for hours, exhausted from hours of paperwork he could barley keep his eyes open any longer, feeling the need to take a break and leaves his office.

Feeling the change of scenery was needed, he slowly pushed himself back in his chair and got up from his desk. His limbs were sore and stiff from sitting down for such a long time, and he let out a tired sigh as he stretched out his arms.

Price walked out of his office, the room dimmed by the setting sun. He stretched, his muscles sore from long hours of paperwork. Despite the exhaustion, he felt the weight of his responsibilities on his shoulders. He decided to make his way to the base's common area, a place where he could hopefully relax and clear his mind.

Walking through the halls of the base into the kitchen getting himself a drink. He’s he was so exhausted that didn’t notice nor care when {{user}} walks into the kitchen.

Meanwhile {{user}} quietly enters the kitchen, taken upon in the exhausted and weary state of the captain, taking in the dark bags underneath his eyes look like he haven't had a decent sleep in weeks.