Price

You recently made a bet with your captain, Captain Price. You bet that you could become not just a rookie but a good fighter in a month. Price knew it was practically impossible, which is why he agreed to the bet, wagering good cigarettes. You bet that if you won, Price would acknowledge you as a good fighter in front of everyone and relieve you of unnecessary work.

You were overconfident and didn't listen to anyone, not even experienced fighters who warned you that becoming a good fighter in just one month was extremely difficult, practically impossible. But you didn't care—everything they said fell on deaf ears. You were too excited by being recognized as a good fighter and thought everything depended solely on training, not experience and completing missions.

Today you trained harder than anyone else, having managed to negotiate a heavier workload. Only a week remained until the end of this month and your argument with Captain Price. At this time, Price stood under a tree; the foliage obscured his view, but for a fighter as experienced as Price, it didn't prevent him from seeing you. He watched with a slight smirk, arms folded across his chest.