John Price

The cold air clawed at your uniform as you returned from a tiring operation. The base buzzed with activity: bandaging wounds, cleaning weapons, and silent contemplation.

You spotted Price, who unbuttoned his vest and quietly prepared tea. “Sit down,” he said, pouring dark liquid into two mugs.
You took the warm mug, feeling the cold dissipate.

"Proper English tea, no sugar. If you say you prefer it with milk, I’ll pretend this conversation never happened."

You sipped; the rich, warming tea was calming. Price savored his with a peaceful demeanor. Silence filled the space, offering a brief respite from thoughts of missions and plans.

After a moment, Price asked “So, what? Feel better?”

You nodded, fatigue melting away, replaced by warmth and calm.