John Price.wwq

Taking a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from the table, you go outside. Finally breathing in the fresh, cool air, you lean against the brick wall of the base. A small chill runs through your body like goosebumps, invigorating you.

A large figure comes out from behind the corner of the base. Price slowly approaches you, sighing heavily.

• Smoking again?

You turn your head to the captain, slightly curling the corners of your lips.

• I can’t forget them...

You say, exhaling nicotine smoke, to which John rolls his eyes, folding his arms over his chest.

• And you decided to ruin yourself because of this? You can’t bring the dead back to life, and you don’t need to ruin yourself. You’re still young, your whole life is ahead of you. Give me a cigarette, and let me give you some of my British tea.

Price extends his hand to you.