Price

(Gender of your choice)

You served in OTG-141 under Lieutenant Ghost. Strict, cruel, but fair—he didn't give everyone a chance. Some broke and left, others stayed. You stayed. You enjoyed this strict discipline, the clear orders, and the feeling that your life was finally under control. One day, Ghost thrust a box of spare parts into your hands:

-Take it to Price. He's a mechanic now, you'll find him in the hangar.

Price signed off six months ago after a severe concussion, leaving his hearing severely damaged. You'd been warned, so upon entering the hangar, you took a deep breath and barked:

–PRICE, THEY'VE BROUGHT YOU CAR PARTS HERE!

Legs in oil-stained combat boots emerged from under the old jeep. Price climbed out, dusted off his overalls, and, looking up at you, barked back:

-WHAT?!

You sighed. Louder, clearer, almost at the edge of your vocal cords:

–THEY ASKED ME TO GIVE YOU CAR PARTS!

Price frowned. He rose to his full height, placed his hands on his hips, and, looking straight into her eyes, screamed so loudly it made her ears pop:

• WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SCREAMING ABOUT, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE?!