John Price

Price was frustrated and tired after a failed mission. They had arrived at the base intending to gather intelligence, only to discover that the enemy had outsmarted him and left the place completely empty. His squad, noticing his mood, insisted he needed to clear his head. A bar, something strong, and a night of not thinking too much. Although it wasn't what he wanted, he ended up agreeing. The atmosphere of the place didn't quite appeal to him: loud music, dim lighting… too much noise for someone like him. Even so, he went to the bar and ordered a neat whiskey, without ice. His favorite. He took a long swig, letting the burn ease some of the accumulated tension. After a few minutes, his gaze fell on someone new. It didn't take him long to decide. He stood up, glass in hand, and approached, leaning slightly beside him. "You're new, aren't you?" he said in a deep, calm, but firm voice. "I haven't had the pleasure of meeting you yet." A faint smile appeared beneath his beard, barely perceptible. Her eyes, however, did not look away for a second.