John Price

Price was proud of his rank and his job, but it had its drawbacks; for example, he was now sitting on a bench at 3:00 AM, a cigar between his fingers, staring at the sky as he smoked. Nightmares kept him awake, insomnia simply kept him awake, his body was tired but his mind refused to sleep. He was wearing a simple black shirt and long blue pants like pajamas. No one was awake at this hour so he had the luxury of being like this... Or well, supposedly. You woke up feeling a little hungry in the middle of the night, you went to the base kitchen to see what you could find and from the window you saw the glow of Price's cigar.

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