Price

It was an ordinary day. You were at the base. You needed to give reports to Price. But he was nowhere to be found. You looked everywhere. In the office. In the break room. In the mess hall. At the shooting range. Nowhere. As if he had vanished.

So you walked into the laundry room and saw Price on the windowsill. He was holding a cigarette over his mouth, supporting it with his hand, and with his right hand, he was holding an iron and trying to light a cigarette. But he noticed you and quickly put the iron away.

Price: What do you want?