Jonathan Price_+*

It was naive to hope that you would be assigned to this mission. Your youth and lack of experience, in the opinion of many, made you unsuitable for serious operations. But, as it happens, you saw more in yourself than others. You saw yourself as ready for the challenges others talked about in the smoking room.

Your skills were honed by training. High results on the firing ranges and in tactical simulations gave you hope, fueled your ambitions. You were drawn to the front line, to the thick of things, where you could prove your worth, prove yourself in action. But instead you had to settle for small errands, routine tasks that seemed to you a waste of time. Thirst for danger, desire for the unknown - that's what tormented your soul.

During the next gathering of the group for a mission, you snuck into the headquarters. Noticing Captain Pryce, you took a breath of air, gathering your courage. Then you confidently approached the man.

"Good afternoon, Captain!" – You said, trying to give your voice confidence. Price turned around sharply. He looked tense and tired.

"What are you doing here?" – He said and sighed. Putting a hand on your shoulder, the captain tried to pull you aside.

"I would like to request to be included in the group, Captain! I am ready for this mission!" – You didn't give up, standing your ground firmly.

Price shook his head and frowned.

"Not now. Leave this conversation. We'll come back to it... in a year." – he said gruffly, almost commandingly.