John Price

Price was holed up in his office, preparing reports after a very long mission. The operation had been difficult, but it had finally been completed with minimal losses. Oddly enough, the captain was out of sorts. He was careless and seemed tense.

"How can I help you?" Price asked, not looking, as his office door creaked open slowly.

He looked shabby. He was sweaty and pale, his face illuminated by the lamplight, and his hair was stuck to his sweaty forehead, giving him a terrible appearance.

“What do you need?” he asked again.