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======Insomnia at the base=====

(open RP, feel free to join)

Context: The barracks was recovering from the fire, but there was still bureaucracy to do and operations to organize.

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The barracks were strangely quiet. Lately, many soldiers had been circling between barracks on operations or business, as some dormitories were still uninhabitable. The fire had caused damage, but they were trying to resolve it as quickly as possible.

Price hadn't been there those weeks. He'd had to leave for an important mission that hadn't gone as he'd hoped, and when he returned, he'd found himself having to straighten things out.

It was raining that evening. It had been raining all day, and the drops were pelting insistently on the roof and windows, enough to make John lose his patience. He had been locked in his office for hours, sending requests for facility upgrades and looking through the files of the new soldiers that Laswell had sent him. Normally he would have liked the noise, but not that night. He was going crazy.

The captain sighed, one hand over his eyes and his back leaning against the chair that had now taken his shape. He tilted his head toward the ceiling, his eyes closed. How long had it been since he slept? The office couch still had a folded brown blanket. He'd looked at it often, but hadn't yet approached it.

The cigar on the desk was half finished; normally it would have lasted two or three days, but today it was a miracle it was still there. John reached for it, but a pained grin reminded him of his mission. He sighed bitterly. The only thing he wanted was to finish those reports.

Lingering down the hallway and bored out of his brains, Albie walks down slowly with his shirt off and a simple set of black socks on and a pair of black trackies. He huffs and shimmies down the hallway, bandages wrapped around his side from being caught in the fire when it happened. He passes by the office, then slowly shuffles back and looks inside. "Captain?" He asks and stands in the doorway. "You doing okay? Y' seem a little pent up, sir. Anything I can do for you?" He asks with the tilt of his head, shifting his weight to the right.

John looked up from the report he was filling out at the sound of a familiar voice. When he saw Albie standing bare-chested at his door, he was silent for a moment.

"Lieutenant, I didn't think I'd see you... like this." It wasn't usual to see a soldier walking around without a shirt.

"No thanks. I'm fine. I'm just finishing signing these papers." Before looking down, John noticed those bandages again. A knot formed in his stomach almost immediately, and he looked back at the last sentence he'd written.

He huffs and crosses his arms. "Captain, with all due respect, you look like shit. Drained. Like you've been worked to the bone, sir. Get up and have a break. Have yo eaten today?" Albie talks to the captain, adjusting and tightening his bandage a little. "I'm bored out of my brain, sir. I can't exercise with my bandages for another 17 days."

Price gave him a tired look that could have passed for annoyance. "I ate, I drank and I even went to the bathroom." The ironic tone, responding to the lieutenant's concerns. "I just have to finish these papers." He kept repeating it to himself every five minutes, for at least an hour.

He was silent and then looked at Albie. "How are the burns?" He asked in an almost reluctant voice, the memory killing him more than the failed mission of the previous days.

"And have you gotten anywhere..?" He asks while fixing the bandage again. "Anyway. You just.. Focus." He grumbles and answers Price's question. "Could be better. At the moment, and the last couple days, they've been a killer to put pressure on. Hence the.. No shirt." He mumbles and jokingly covers his nips, smiling softly. "But to be honest, meds are working. Can't do anything too strainful, so I'm benched and banned from gym. Hell, I'm not even on scut because cleaning the toilets requires too much movement!" He huffs and looks at Price. "Y' wanna see them?" He asks, holding the bandage already.

John narrows his eyes, puzzled by the question. He already felt responsible for those bandages; seeing the burns wouldn't keep him up at night either. With a wave of his hand and a tight smile he replied.

"No thanks. Don't expose them too much." A sigh left his lips, his hand moving across his face to try to take away the tiredness. "Why didn't you ask for permission to stay at home?" Maybe he had done it and they hadn't given it to him? It seemed strange to him.

The whole situation struck him as odd. Seeing him there, half-naked in front of his office, made him think of nothing else. Nothing but "concentrating."

"And then come in and close the door." he waved at him. He couldn't see him there at the door anymore.

"I asked a while ago. No one got back to me, and I doubt my wife will be able to deal with my burns and the baby." He huffs and walks inside, closing the door behind him. "So clean in here." He huffs and leans on his desk. "Is it always this clean, sir?" He asks and looks around the room.

John looks at him as he leans against the desk, then goes back to looking at the papers.

"If the office were a mess, I wouldn't be able to work." He said slowly, writing two lines and finishing the sentence of the report. He tried to keep it clean, even though sometimes it felt like a bomb had gone off in there.

"Mh.. Fair." He nods and fixes his pants with a tug up his hips. "Damn pants are too big." He complains, the back of his hips leaning on the wooden desk. "Jus' one size too big. My wife got them for me a while ago. Before I was... In hospital." He mumbles and glances at the bandages, face going pale. "But... Yeah. Too big. What'cha working on?" He asks and tries to read the document. "Transfer paperwork...? We getting a new man?" He asks with a grin. "Sign me up. Love new lads." Little did Albie know, it was a lady. A very professional lady with more knowledge than he thinks.

#oh Thea xD #call of duty #john captain price #cod roleplay #cod #rp #cod mw2 #cod 141 #roleplay #🍾 anon

John listened passively. Not because he wanted to be an asshole or a total jerk, but because with his exhaustion he could only do one thing at a time. And he was writing the report.

Report Albie was trying to read. John sighed. "I'm writing the report from the last mission. I haven't had time in the previous days." He covered it with another sheet of paper and moved it slightly, making a mental note to finish it later. Then he thought back to his words.

“Do you think a new member is coming to the base?” he asks curiously, taking another sheet of paper.

Thea put the back of his hand against his forehead and sighed dramatically again.

"I have two different eye colors! Are my blue and green not enough for you anymore?"

He gasped and sighed.

"A blonde? Youre breaking my heart truly, was I ever youre favorite John?"

That smile on Johns face was so lovely to see again, even if he was really getting jealous from his teasing.

-🍾

John couldn't help but chuckle. He hadn't done so in a while, and he felt a little lighter. How could that falsehood continue?

"Your eyes are actually the most unique I've ever seen." Which for him was a compliment, it was the equivalent of beautiful.

"And even though blondes are attractive, I prefer brunettes." Price looked at him with a still amused smile. When Thea did that, it was a personal victory.

======Insomnia at the base=====

(open RP, feel free to join)

Context: The barracks was recovering from the fire, but there was still bureaucracy to do and operations to organize.

=========================

The barracks were strangely quiet. Lately, many soldiers had been circling between barracks on operations or business, as some dormitories were still uninhabitable. The fire had caused damage, but they were trying to resolve it as quickly as possible.

Price hadn't been there those weeks. He'd had to leave for an important mission that hadn't gone as he'd hoped, and when he returned, he'd found himself having to straighten things out.

It was raining that evening. It had been raining all day, and the drops were pelting insistently on the roof and windows, enough to make John lose his patience. He had been locked in his office for hours, sending requests for facility upgrades and looking through the files of the new soldiers that Laswell had sent him. Normally he would have liked the noise, but not that night. He was going crazy.

The captain sighed, one hand over his eyes and his back leaning against the chair that had now taken his shape. He tilted his head toward the ceiling, his eyes closed. How long had it been since he slept? The office couch still had a folded brown blanket. He'd looked at it often, but hadn't yet approached it.

The cigar on the desk was half finished; normally it would have lasted two or three days, but today it was a miracle it was still there. John reached for it, but a pained grin reminded him of his mission. He sighed bitterly. The only thing he wanted was to finish those reports.

A knock came from the door, tho whoever knocked decided not to invite themself in until the captain allowed them in-

Price looked at the door. He wasn't expecting visitors at that hour. With a grunt of pain, he rose from his chair and opened the door.

"Sergeant. Do you need anything?"

Owl stands in front of the door awkwardly before talking

Heard you were busy with paperwork, sir. If I could uh…. Help?

He muttered, not having anything better to do— the indoors training room was packed and it was raining outside and he didn’t want to risk training in mud

"Thanks, Sergeant, but I'm almost done." It wasn't exactly true. He still had work to do, but those papers required his full attention. But he liked the intention of Help.

"Why don't you go and rest? It's late. Tomorrow is morning practice, have you forgotten?"

He’d hum again, the mask distorting it as he replies

I’m…. Having trouble resting. Stalked up energy or…. Whatever it’s…

He trails

I was planning to sleep, but every attempt failed…. Was going to the indoor training room, but it’s already packed full

John nodded, understanding her problem. He scratched his chin, running his hand behind his neck, deciding his next move.

"Would you like a drop of whiskey? I know it's not the best sleep aid, but it's a good stress reliever."

He hesitates again before nodding quietly

Price motioned him in and went to get two glasses and some whiskey.

"Make yourself comfortable and ignore the mess on my desk."

He nodded, going to sit on the couch (if there’s a couch, if not- he goes to the floor) and stays there quietly. A bit awkward, he hadn’t really interacted much with the captain besides during some missions…. Then again, he rarely went on missions with the team. Mostly being put on solo missions

Price handed him the glass of whiskey and sat down in his chair opposite to Owl. He took a sip before speaking.

"So, How are you finding it here at the base?"

It’s fine, not much problems, really.

He replied, looking down at the glass before quietly lifting his mask & balaclava- just enough to reveal his mouth and be able to drink a small bit. He lower it before continuing to speak

Not much different from other bases I’ve been to….

"Were they enjoyable?” The bases almost never were. Not even theirs was fully enjoyable.

John looked at him with interest for his next answer, but made no attempt to look at his face, or understand what he looked like. Simon was like that too, and he had learned to respect him. He would do the same with him.

“…. Some of them were, my first team was…. Really supportive. Taught me everything they knew…. Before they died.” He muttered, voice softer now that the mask didn’t distort it (Alucard: Netflix, Castlevania Nocturne— that’s who he sounds like). “My next base ehhh…. The main operators were a bit insane, but they were nice.” He shrugged awkwardly

Price nodded at his story. He'd heard of many soldiers who'd transferred from base to base with this kind of experience.

"They must have been formative for you. I hope you can find someone like that here too." A hint of a smile, as he took another sip.

#cool sound

======Insomnia at the base=====

(open RP, feel free to join)

Context: The barracks was recovering from the fire, but there was still bureaucracy to do and operations to organize.

=========================

The barracks were strangely quiet. Lately, many soldiers had been circling between barracks on operations or business, as some dormitories were still uninhabitable. The fire had caused damage, but they were trying to resolve it as quickly as possible.

Price hadn't been there those weeks. He'd had to leave for an important mission that hadn't gone as he'd hoped, and when he returned, he'd found himself having to straighten things out.

It was raining that evening. It had been raining all day, and the drops were pelting insistently on the roof and windows, enough to make John lose his patience. He had been locked in his office for hours, sending requests for facility upgrades and looking through the files of the new soldiers that Laswell had sent him. Normally he would have liked the noise, but not that night. He was going crazy.

The captain sighed, one hand over his eyes and his back leaning against the chair that had now taken his shape. He tilted his head toward the ceiling, his eyes closed. How long had it been since he slept? The office couch still had a folded brown blanket. He'd looked at it often, but hadn't yet approached it.

The cigar on the desk was half finished; normally it would have lasted two or three days, but today it was a miracle it was still there. John reached for it, but a pained grin reminded him of his mission. He sighed bitterly. The only thing he wanted was to finish those reports.

Lingering down the hallway and bored out of his brains, Albie walks down slowly with his shirt off and a simple set of black socks on and a pair of black trackies. He huffs and shimmies down the hallway, bandages wrapped around his side from being caught in the fire when it happened. He passes by the office, then slowly shuffles back and looks inside. "Captain?" He asks and stands in the doorway. "You doing okay? Y' seem a little pent up, sir. Anything I can do for you?" He asks with the tilt of his head, shifting his weight to the right.

John looked up from the report he was filling out at the sound of a familiar voice. When he saw Albie standing bare-chested at his door, he was silent for a moment.

"Lieutenant, I didn't think I'd see you... like this." It wasn't usual to see a soldier walking around without a shirt.

"No thanks. I'm fine. I'm just finishing signing these papers." Before looking down, John noticed those bandages again. A knot formed in his stomach almost immediately, and he looked back at the last sentence he'd written.

He huffs and crosses his arms. "Captain, with all due respect, you look like shit. Drained. Like you've been worked to the bone, sir. Get up and have a break. Have yo eaten today?" Albie talks to the captain, adjusting and tightening his bandage a little. "I'm bored out of my brain, sir. I can't exercise with my bandages for another 17 days."

Price gave him a tired look that could have passed for annoyance. "I ate, I drank and I even went to the bathroom." The ironic tone, responding to the lieutenant's concerns. "I just have to finish these papers." He kept repeating it to himself every five minutes, for at least an hour.

He was silent and then looked at Albie. "How are the burns?" He asked in an almost reluctant voice, the memory killing him more than the failed mission of the previous days.

"And have you gotten anywhere..?" He asks while fixing the bandage again. "Anyway. You just.. Focus." He grumbles and answers Price's question. "Could be better. At the moment, and the last couple days, they've been a killer to put pressure on. Hence the.. No shirt." He mumbles and jokingly covers his nips, smiling softly. "But to be honest, meds are working. Can't do anything too strainful, so I'm benched and banned from gym. Hell, I'm not even on scut because cleaning the toilets requires too much movement!" He huffs and looks at Price. "Y' wanna see them?" He asks, holding the bandage already.

John narrows his eyes, puzzled by the question. He already felt responsible for those bandages; seeing the burns wouldn't keep him up at night either. With a wave of his hand and a tight smile he replied.

"No thanks. Don't expose them too much." A sigh left his lips, his hand moving across his face to try to take away the tiredness. "Why didn't you ask for permission to stay at home?" Maybe he had done it and they hadn't given it to him? It seemed strange to him.

The whole situation struck him as odd. Seeing him there, half-naked in front of his office, made him think of nothing else. Nothing but "concentrating."

"And then come in and close the door." he waved at him. He couldn't see him there at the door anymore.

"I asked a while ago. No one got back to me, and I doubt my wife will be able to deal with my burns and the baby." He huffs and walks inside, closing the door behind him. "So clean in here." He huffs and leans on his desk. "Is it always this clean, sir?" He asks and looks around the room.

#are you intending Albie left #< no no xD #dw is all right like this #Albie is super fine (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

John looks at him as he leans against the desk, then goes back to looking at the papers.

"If the office were a mess, I wouldn't be able to work." He said slowly, writing two lines and finishing the sentence of the report. He tried to keep it clean, even though sometimes it felt like a bomb had gone off in there.

======Insomnia at the base=====

(open RP, feel free to join)

Context: The barracks was recovering from the fire, but there was still bureaucracy to do and operations to organize.

=========================

The barracks were strangely quiet. Lately, many soldiers had been circling between barracks on operations or business, as some dormitories were still uninhabitable. The fire had caused damage, but they were trying to resolve it as quickly as possible.

Price hadn't been there those weeks. He'd had to leave for an important mission that hadn't gone as he'd hoped, and when he returned, he'd found himself having to straighten things out.

It was raining that evening. It had been raining all day, and the drops were pelting insistently on the roof and windows, enough to make John lose his patience. He had been locked in his office for hours, sending requests for facility upgrades and looking through the files of the new soldiers that Laswell had sent him. Normally he would have liked the noise, but not that night. He was going crazy.

The captain sighed, one hand over his eyes and his back leaning against the chair that had now taken his shape. He tilted his head toward the ceiling, his eyes closed. How long had it been since he slept? The office couch still had a folded brown blanket. He'd looked at it often, but hadn't yet approached it.

The cigar on the desk was half finished; normally it would have lasted two or three days, but today it was a miracle it was still there. John reached for it, but a pained grin reminded him of his mission. He sighed bitterly. The only thing he wanted was to finish those reports.

Lingering down the hallway and bored out of his brains, Albie walks down slowly with his shirt off and a simple set of black socks on and a pair of black trackies. He huffs and shimmies down the hallway, bandages wrapped around his side from being caught in the fire when it happened. He passes by the office, then slowly shuffles back and looks inside. "Captain?" He asks and stands in the doorway. "You doing okay? Y' seem a little pent up, sir. Anything I can do for you?" He asks with the tilt of his head, shifting his weight to the right.

John looked up from the report he was filling out at the sound of a familiar voice. When he saw Albie standing bare-chested at his door, he was silent for a moment.

"Lieutenant, I didn't think I'd see you... like this." It wasn't usual to see a soldier walking around without a shirt.

"No thanks. I'm fine. I'm just finishing signing these papers." Before looking down, John noticed those bandages again. A knot formed in his stomach almost immediately, and he looked back at the last sentence he'd written.

He huffs and crosses his arms. "Captain, with all due respect, you look like shit. Drained. Like you've been worked to the bone, sir. Get up and have a break. Have yo eaten today?" Albie talks to the captain, adjusting and tightening his bandage a little. "I'm bored out of my brain, sir. I can't exercise with my bandages for another 17 days."

Price gave him a tired look that could have passed for annoyance. "I ate, I drank and I even went to the bathroom." The ironic tone, responding to the lieutenant's concerns. "I just have to finish these papers." He kept repeating it to himself every five minutes, for at least an hour.

He was silent and then looked at Albie. "How are the burns?" He asked in an almost reluctant voice, the memory killing him more than the failed mission of the previous days.

"And have you gotten anywhere..?" He asks while fixing the bandage again. "Anyway. You just.. Focus." He grumbles and answers Price's question. "Could be better. At the moment, and the last couple days, they've been a killer to put pressure on. Hence the.. No shirt." He mumbles and jokingly covers his nips, smiling softly. "But to be honest, meds are working. Can't do anything too strainful, so I'm benched and banned from gym. Hell, I'm not even on scut because cleaning the toilets requires too much movement!" He huffs and looks at Price. "Y' wanna see them?" He asks, holding the bandage already.

John narrows his eyes, puzzled by the question. He already felt responsible for those bandages; seeing the burns wouldn't keep him up at night either. With a wave of his hand and a tight smile he replied.

"No thanks. Don't expose them too much." A sigh left his lips, his hand moving across his face to try to take away the tiredness. "Why didn't you ask for permission to stay at home?" Maybe he had done it and they hadn't given it to him? It seemed strange to him.

The whole situation struck him as odd. Seeing him there, half-naked in front of his office, made him think of nothing else. Nothing but "concentrating."

"And then come in and close the door." he waved at him. He couldn't see him there at the door anymore.

======Insomnia at the base=====

(open RP, feel free to join)

Context: The barracks was recovering from the fire, but there was still bureaucracy to do and operations to organize.

=========================

The barracks were strangely quiet. Lately, many soldiers had been circling between barracks on operations or business, as some dormitories were still uninhabitable. The fire had caused damage, but they were trying to resolve it as quickly as possible.

Price hadn't been there those weeks. He'd had to leave for an important mission that hadn't gone as he'd hoped, and when he returned, he'd found himself having to straighten things out.

It was raining that evening. It had been raining all day, and the drops were pelting insistently on the roof and windows, enough to make John lose his patience. He had been locked in his office for hours, sending requests for facility upgrades and looking through the files of the new soldiers that Laswell had sent him. Normally he would have liked the noise, but not that night. He was going crazy.

The captain sighed, one hand over his eyes and his back leaning against the chair that had now taken his shape. He tilted his head toward the ceiling, his eyes closed. How long had it been since he slept? The office couch still had a folded brown blanket. He'd looked at it often, but hadn't yet approached it.

The cigar on the desk was half finished; normally it would have lasted two or three days, but today it was a miracle it was still there. John reached for it, but a pained grin reminded him of his mission. He sighed bitterly. The only thing he wanted was to finish those reports.

Lingering down the hallway and bored out of his brains, Albie walks down slowly with his shirt off and a simple set of black socks on and a pair of black trackies. He huffs and shimmies down the hallway, bandages wrapped around his side from being caught in the fire when it happened. He passes by the office, then slowly shuffles back and looks inside. "Captain?" He asks and stands in the doorway. "You doing okay? Y' seem a little pent up, sir. Anything I can do for you?" He asks with the tilt of his head, shifting his weight to the right.

John looked up from the report he was filling out at the sound of a familiar voice. When he saw Albie standing bare-chested at his door, he was silent for a moment.

"Lieutenant, I didn't think I'd see you... like this." It wasn't usual to see a soldier walking around without a shirt.

"No thanks. I'm fine. I'm just finishing signing these papers." Before looking down, John noticed those bandages again. A knot formed in his stomach almost immediately, and he looked back at the last sentence he'd written.

He huffs and crosses his arms. "Captain, with all due respect, you look like shit. Drained. Like you've been worked to the bone, sir. Get up and have a break. Have yo eaten today?" Albie talks to the captain, adjusting and tightening his bandage a little. "I'm bored out of my brain, sir. I can't exercise with my bandages for another 17 days."

#for now we'll say Albie just wears the bandage to keep the burns dry #< oh dw #if you want them to be fresh #go ahead #the post is old (the one that talks about fire)#but we can make it recent #the power of roleplay ಡ⁠ ͜⁠ ⁠ʖ⁠ ⁠ಡ

Price gave him a tired look that could have passed for annoyance. "I ate, I drank and I even went to the bathroom." The ironic tone, responding to the lieutenant's concerns. "I just have to finish these papers." He kept repeating it to himself every five minutes, for at least an hour.

He was silent and then looked at Albie. "How are the burns?" He asked in an almost reluctant voice, the memory killing him more than the failed mission of the previous days.

Price paced briskly down the corridor of the base's dormitory wing. Every now and then, a soldier would salute him as a respectful captain, and he would nod back.

He was on his way to visit Clover. It had been two days since she'd sent him that much-appreciated gift, which he'd been using for the past few days. He was ashamed to say that he had smoked three cigars in two days, so he decided to keep it to himself.

Once at the door, he knocked firmly and waited, looking down the still-slightly burned hallway, While he was clutching something inside the head of his pants. He shook his head and found peace. More or less.

@john-captain-price

"Hah... Comin."

Clover voice would come muffled from behind the singed door. There was the faint sound of movement as Clover would finally open the door.

"Swear to god Rogers I am not going out to fucking drin-"

The words died out as she looked up at @john-captain-price from behind her reading glasses. She was dressed in casual lounge wear, a dark green pajama top and matching shorts and simple black house slippers. The bandages that wrapped around her head now long gone. She blinked up at the man in suprise before straightening herself up. Of all people to be knocking on her door, she has least expected the Captain of all people.

"Captain-"

Clover quickly spoke as she pulled off her reading glasses and adjusted herself.

"My apologizes for my apperance. We cut off training early today since we were ahead of schedule for training."

She blinked a few times tucking her glasses to hang from her shirt.

"What can I do for ya sir?"

She asked with a slight tilt of her head.

Price had to lower his gaze to observe her. He didn't do it maliciously. He'd forgotten she was so short next to him, and his eyes inevitably fell on her dress. It happened in a matter of seconds. What struck him immediately was the lack of a headband.

"No problem." He made a point of saying, "I came to see how you were doing." John pointed to a general spot on her head. Her dark hair made it hard to see the scar, but that was a good thing.

"And then I wanted to thank you for the gifts. There was no need." A hint of a smile, as he lowered his gaze slightly. He wasn't used to such kindness.

Clover simply tilted her head back to look up at at the taller man clearly used to the movement.

"Ah. My noggin? It's all healed up now. Had the medic take the stitches out a while ago."

She turned her head to the side as she ran her fingers through her hair. The tips of her fingers feeling across her scalp searching for the bump of her new scar.

"Here it is."

She lifted and parted her hair to show off the now pinkening scar on her scalp. Giving him a moment to look at it before she dropped her hands and ruffled her hair back into place. She looked back up at him with a raised brow before shrugging at his comment regarding her gift.

"Eh, it was really nothing sir. It was just a simple gift. Wasn't too sure if you would've liked those cigars actually."

She rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly.

"I know tobacco can be expensive but damn never knew cigars were expensive as they are. You sure have lavish tastes in it."

She lightly chuckled.

"Those red ginseng sticks are just good for your health. Dropped a pack over for the sergeant and Lieutenant. Gotta keep a healthy body when it comes to our work. Military practically forces us to age twice out actual age."

Price glanced at the scar as she moved her hair and nodded when he noticed it was now healed. He still couldn't believe a recruit had the courage to put a sergeant at risk. But he'd surely learned his lesson now. At her words he gave a hint of laughter.

"They taste different from the ones I smoke, but they're not bad. A change every now and then is good." If it weren't for the fact that changing something was supposed to be a good thing, he had simply changed the flavor of what he knew would one day kill him. If only a bullet hadn't hit him in the head first.

"I haven't tried the ginseng sticks yet. I hope it's as you say." He found it strange in taste, he had tried having it in coffee once, but it had a strange syrupy taste. Maybe those were better. "If they can make me be younger, that package will be gone in a day." The ironic tone and a thought of appreciation for the fact that she had also thought of Soap and Ghost.

After a moment he spoke again."Good...I'm glad you're feeling better." John looked down in his pocket and pulled out a small box. "Take it as thanks for the gift and good luck in being among the recruits." Inside was a necklace with a turtle pendant. Nothing bulky, just a symbol.

"Just make sure you just eat them straight up, like taking a shot. Best way to get it over with. They're a bit bitter and weird taste- but I mean, they're still good for you. I suppose anny good medicine isn't supposed to taste the best."

Clover slightly shrugged before letting out a sudden snort at his comment. She quickly looked away covering her mouth to hide the fact any noise left her at all. A slip of noise from a comment she didn't expect to hear. She really shouldn't be laughing at her CO... Quickly clearing her throat and turned back to look at him proper she pulled back her straight face as she looked up at him again.

"I suppose it'll make you feel younger in a sense. Supposed to help with mental and physical fatigue, also help with cognitive focus. Just makes your brain run better and boost your bodies health over all."

She simply explained, in all honesty she despised eating the sticks herself never having been able to get used to the bitter flavor. Yet the haunting scolding of her grandmother still rang in her ears.

When Price presented the box to her she looked at him then down at the box, then back up to him in pure confusion.

"What?.. Sir- you really didn't need to."

She blinked quickly before heasitantly taking the boxed pushed her way.

"I don't even think I should be accepting this..."

She mumbled staring at the small box in her hand for a moment as she pursed her lips into a tight line. Carefully and moved to open the box like it was a ticking bomb. Once the lid was off, her brow raised as she stared at the necklace inside. Her head slowly tilting the side. A turtle necklace... Well that was... Unexpected...

"You know sir... Most would think you're flirting with me for this."

She looked up at him with an amused look. Never would she have thought she would recieve a necklace from her CO of all people.

"Yeah trying to get the female recruits all up in my buisness for this?"

She simple jested pulling at his leg. There was a pause as she examined the turtle pendant.

"Why a turtle of all things?"

John raised an eyebrow at her comment. Was that flirting? He was an old-fashioned man, and for him too, giving a girl such a gift was a sign of courtship, if it had been a pearl necklace. Not that there was anything wrong with giving different necklaces, but he knew why he did it. Despite this, he gave an amused smile.

"Don't worry. Female recruits don't like old captains." He admitted that he had heard rumours about him, but he ignored them. Kyle or Johnny had the attention of most of the girls and to his surprise, so did Simon.

John looked at the pendant before answering. "I know it's a symbol of health in Korea. And I think we all need a little guidance from above." He honestly hoped he hadn't made a mistake. He was terrible with gifts and hoped he'd done his homework. What he said was peppered with a characteristic irony. He didn't believe in anything divine, nor in good luck charms. But if he didn't believe it, it's not as if others didn't.

"And accept it. I don't want excuses or second thoughts. " He added shortly after, Returning to the captain of always.

John felt responsible for every soldier in the barracks. Recruits, sergeants, lieutenants. He tried to treat everyone equally and to let loose more with those who deserved it. Clover seemed like a good enough girl to command his respect.

"Oh you'd be suprised sir. You would be veeeery suprised. The mutton chops does something to those recruits."

She let out a light huff and gently shook her head. He was the equivalent of well aged whiskey for men as he was viewed by some of the recruits. Being around them constantly she definitely heard more things of em then then you would in a boys locker room. They were just much more hush hush about it since it was about the Captain of course.

As he had begun his explination of the turtle she grew very quiet. Gaze falling to the necklace as she just stared at it. By no means was she a religious person. In fact she cursed god more often then not. She despised whatever greater being exsisted in the skies above her. All she knew was gonna be drag down far far below...

"A healthy and long life..."

She drawled the words before closing to box with a soft huff. Frankly she didn't wish for a long life. Filter. Filter... She had to filter her thoughts, her words before speaking.

"Well then, can't defy a direct order from my CO now, can I?"

She simply jest.

"Thank you sir..."

She carefully cleared her throat before waving the box in her front of her. Straightening herself up taller as she gave him a small smile.

Surprised, huh? At this point, he didn't want to know. If adults were making comments about other women and men, he couldn't imagine what younger people might do.

John looked at her, analyzing her, trying to understand what she was thinking, but he admitted he couldn't. He'd been feeling more tired lately. Maybe it was work or stress, but he felt like he was losing his energy. Or he had simply never been able to truly read people.

"Don't feel obligated to wear it or keep it." John smiled slightly. He was the captain, yes, but this was something more 'friendly,' where rank didn't matter. "I just hope it brings you luck."

Having said that, John patted her on the shoulder. The girl's skin was so pale that it seemed to reflect the light, but it strangely radiated warmth.

"I don't want to bother you any more, Sergeant." John sighed, composing himself. "Tomorrow you go back to training those recruits. Make sure you don't get hit in the head again, okay?" With an ironic tone and a little smile, he was ready to say goodbye.

#i actually have a story in drafts to explain those scars- i havnt finished it though oops-#<< uhhh #can't wait to read it!#<< gonna take a lotta coaxing lmao #xD

"Truthfully speaking. I think I have too much luck Cap."

She dryly jest carefully spinning the box inbetween her fingers.

"Don't worry, I'll keep it sir. Thank you."

She simply gave him a small smile. The moment he patted her shoulder Clover slightly flinched at the pat, a barely noticable motion. Though nothing in her expression noted to the seemingly unconscious motion. Upon closer inspection the Captain would notice the simple and old scars that were littered across the exposed skin of her arms and legs.

"Roger sir."

She nodded her head and gently tapped the side of her fist to the side of his arm as she began turning away.

"No promises sir. I thought I looked pretty good wearing a white headband."

She jested with a low chuckle as she tapped her head.

"Have a good rest of your day then sir, and do rest and take care of yourself. Ain't good for you to be running on fumes."

She hummed and gave her goodbye. A hypocritical statement? Yes. But even so it was given. She turned away and closed the door. For a brief glance the wide expanse of horizontal scars running up and down the whole back of her legs was made clear before the door completely shut.

======Insomnia at the base=====

(open RP, feel free to join)

Context: The barracks was recovering from the fire, but there was still bureaucracy to do and operations to organize.

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The barracks were strangely quiet. Lately, many soldiers had been circling between barracks on operations or business, as some dormitories were still uninhabitable. The fire had caused damage, but they were trying to resolve it as quickly as possible.

Price hadn't been there those weeks. He'd had to leave for an important mission that hadn't gone as he'd hoped, and when he returned, he'd found himself having to straighten things out.

It was raining that evening. It had been raining all day, and the drops were pelting insistently on the roof and windows, enough to make John lose his patience. He had been locked in his office for hours, sending requests for facility upgrades and looking through the files of the new soldiers that Laswell had sent him. Normally he would have liked the noise, but not that night. He was going crazy.

The captain sighed, one hand over his eyes and his back leaning against the chair that had now taken his shape. He tilted his head toward the ceiling, his eyes closed. How long had it been since he slept? The office couch still had a folded brown blanket. He'd looked at it often, but hadn't yet approached it.

The cigar on the desk was half finished; normally it would have lasted two or three days, but today it was a miracle it was still there. John reached for it, but a pained grin reminded him of his mission. He sighed bitterly. The only thing he wanted was to finish those reports.

A knock came from the door, tho whoever knocked decided not to invite themself in until the captain allowed them in-

Price looked at the door. He wasn't expecting visitors at that hour. With a grunt of pain, he rose from his chair and opened the door.

"Sergeant. Do you need anything?"

Owl stands in front of the door awkwardly before talking

Heard you were busy with paperwork, sir. If I could uh…. Help?

He muttered, not having anything better to do— the indoors training room was packed and it was raining outside and he didn’t want to risk training in mud

"Thanks, Sergeant, but I'm almost done." It wasn't exactly true. He still had work to do, but those papers required his full attention. But he liked the intention of Help.

"Why don't you go and rest? It's late. Tomorrow is morning practice, have you forgotten?"

He’d hum again, the mask distorting it as he replies

I’m…. Having trouble resting. Stalked up energy or…. Whatever it’s…

He trails

I was planning to sleep, but every attempt failed…. Was going to the indoor training room, but it’s already packed full

John nodded, understanding her problem. He scratched his chin, running his hand behind his neck, deciding his next move.

"Would you like a drop of whiskey? I know it's not the best sleep aid, but it's a good stress reliever."

He hesitates again before nodding quietly

Price motioned him in and went to get two glasses and some whiskey.

"Make yourself comfortable and ignore the mess on my desk."

He nodded, going to sit on the couch (if there’s a couch, if not- he goes to the floor) and stays there quietly. A bit awkward, he hadn’t really interacted much with the captain besides during some missions…. Then again, he rarely went on missions with the team. Mostly being put on solo missions

Price handed him the glass of whiskey and sat down in his chair opposite to Owl. He took a sip before speaking.

"So, How are you finding it here at the base?"

It’s fine, not much problems, really.

He replied, looking down at the glass before quietly lifting his mask & balaclava- just enough to reveal his mouth and be able to drink a small bit. He lower it before continuing to speak

Not much different from other bases I’ve been to….

"Were they enjoyable?” The bases almost never were. Not even theirs was fully enjoyable.

John looked at him with interest for his next answer, but made no attempt to look at his face, or understand what he looked like. Simon was like that too, and he had learned to respect him. He would do the same with him.

Price paced briskly down the corridor of the base's dormitory wing. Every now and then, a soldier would salute him as a respectful captain, and he would nod back.

He was on his way to visit Clover. It had been two days since she'd sent him that much-appreciated gift, which he'd been using for the past few days. He was ashamed to say that he had smoked three cigars in two days, so he decided to keep it to himself.

Once at the door, he knocked firmly and waited, looking down the still-slightly burned hallway, While he was clutching something inside the head of his pants. He shook his head and found peace. More or less.

@john-captain-price

"Hah... Comin."

Clover voice would come muffled from behind the singed door. There was the faint sound of movement as Clover would finally open the door.

"Swear to god Rogers I am not going out to fucking drin-"

The words died out as she looked up at @john-captain-price from behind her reading glasses. She was dressed in casual lounge wear, a dark green pajama top and matching shorts and simple black house slippers. The bandages that wrapped around her head now long gone. She blinked up at the man in suprise before straightening herself up. Of all people to be knocking on her door, she has least expected the Captain of all people.

"Captain-"

Clover quickly spoke as she pulled off her reading glasses and adjusted herself.

"My apologizes for my apperance. We cut off training early today since we were ahead of schedule for training."

She blinked a few times tucking her glasses to hang from her shirt.

"What can I do for ya sir?"

She asked with a slight tilt of her head.

Price had to lower his gaze to observe her. He didn't do it maliciously. He'd forgotten she was so short next to him, and his eyes inevitably fell on her dress. It happened in a matter of seconds. What struck him immediately was the lack of a headband.

"No problem." He made a point of saying, "I came to see how you were doing." John pointed to a general spot on her head. Her dark hair made it hard to see the scar, but that was a good thing.

"And then I wanted to thank you for the gifts. There was no need." A hint of a smile, as he lowered his gaze slightly. He wasn't used to such kindness.

Clover simply tilted her head back to look up at at the taller man clearly used to the movement.

"Ah. My noggin? It's all healed up now. Had the medic take the stitches out a while ago."

She turned her head to the side as she ran her fingers through her hair. The tips of her fingers feeling across her scalp searching for the bump of her new scar.

"Here it is."

She lifted and parted her hair to show off the now pinkening scar on her scalp. Giving him a moment to look at it before she dropped her hands and ruffled her hair back into place. She looked back up at him with a raised brow before shrugging at his comment regarding her gift.

"Eh, it was really nothing sir. It was just a simple gift. Wasn't too sure if you would've liked those cigars actually."

She rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly.

"I know tobacco can be expensive but damn never knew cigars were expensive as they are. You sure have lavish tastes in it."

She lightly chuckled.

"Those red ginseng sticks are just good for your health. Dropped a pack over for the sergeant and Lieutenant. Gotta keep a healthy body when it comes to our work. Military practically forces us to age twice out actual age."

Price glanced at the scar as she moved her hair and nodded when he noticed it was now healed. He still couldn't believe a recruit had the courage to put a sergeant at risk. But he'd surely learned his lesson now. At her words he gave a hint of laughter.

"They taste different from the ones I smoke, but they're not bad. A change every now and then is good." If it weren't for the fact that changing something was supposed to be a good thing, he had simply changed the flavor of what he knew would one day kill him. If only a bullet hadn't hit him in the head first.

"I haven't tried the ginseng sticks yet. I hope it's as you say." He found it strange in taste, he had tried having it in coffee once, but it had a strange syrupy taste. Maybe those were better. "If they can make me be younger, that package will be gone in a day." The ironic tone and a thought of appreciation for the fact that she had also thought of Soap and Ghost.

After a moment he spoke again."Good...I'm glad you're feeling better." John looked down in his pocket and pulled out a small box. "Take it as thanks for the gift and good luck in being among the recruits." Inside was a necklace with a turtle pendant. Nothing bulky, just a symbol.

"Just make sure you just eat them straight up, like taking a shot. Best way to get it over with. They're a bit bitter and weird taste- but I mean, they're still good for you. I suppose anny good medicine isn't supposed to taste the best."

Clover slightly shrugged before letting out a sudden snort at his comment. She quickly looked away covering her mouth to hide the fact any noise left her at all. A slip of noise from a comment she didn't expect to hear. She really shouldn't be laughing at her CO... Quickly clearing her throat and turned back to look at him proper she pulled back her straight face as she looked up at him again.

"I suppose it'll make you feel younger in a sense. Supposed to help with mental and physical fatigue, also help with cognitive focus. Just makes your brain run better and boost your bodies health over all."

She simply explained, in all honesty she despised eating the sticks herself never having been able to get used to the bitter flavor. Yet the haunting scolding of her grandmother still rang in her ears.

When Price presented the box to her she looked at him then down at the box, then back up to him in pure confusion.

"What?.. Sir- you really didn't need to."

She blinked quickly before heasitantly taking the boxed pushed her way.

"I don't even think I should be accepting this..."

She mumbled staring at the small box in her hand for a moment as she pursed her lips into a tight line. Carefully and moved to open the box like it was a ticking bomb. Once the lid was off, her brow raised as she stared at the necklace inside. Her head slowly tilting the side. A turtle necklace... Well that was... Unexpected...

"You know sir... Most would think you're flirting with me for this."

She looked up at him with an amused look. Never would she have thought she would recieve a necklace from her CO of all people.

"Yeah trying to get the female recruits all up in my buisness for this?"

She simple jested pulling at his leg. There was a pause as she examined the turtle pendant.

"Why a turtle of all things?"

John raised an eyebrow at her comment. Was that flirting? He was an old-fashioned man, and for him too, giving a girl such a gift was a sign of courtship, if it had been a pearl necklace. Not that there was anything wrong with giving different necklaces, but he knew why he did it. Despite this, he gave an amused smile.

"Don't worry. Female recruits don't like old captains." He admitted that he had heard rumours about him, but he ignored them. Kyle or Johnny had the attention of most of the girls and to his surprise, so did Simon.

John looked at the pendant before answering. "I know it's a symbol of health in Korea. And I think we all need a little guidance from above." He honestly hoped he hadn't made a mistake. He was terrible with gifts and hoped he'd done his homework. What he said was peppered with a characteristic irony. He didn't believe in anything divine, nor in good luck charms. But if he didn't believe it, it's not as if others didn't.

"And accept it. I don't want excuses or second thoughts. " He added shortly after, Returning to the captain of always.

John felt responsible for every soldier in the barracks. Recruits, sergeants, lieutenants. He tried to treat everyone equally and to let loose more with those who deserved it. Clover seemed like a good enough girl to command his respect.

"Oh you'd be suprised sir. You would be veeeery suprised. The mutton chops does something to those recruits."

She let out a light huff and gently shook her head. He was the equivalent of well aged whiskey for men as he was viewed by some of the recruits. Being around them constantly she definitely heard more things of em then then you would in a boys locker room. They were just much more hush hush about it since it was about the Captain of course.

As he had begun his explination of the turtle she grew very quiet. Gaze falling to the necklace as she just stared at it. By no means was she a religious person. In fact she cursed god more often then not. She despised whatever greater being exsisted in the skies above her. All she knew was gonna be drag down far far below...

"A healthy and long life..."

She drawled the words before closing to box with a soft huff. Frankly she didn't wish for a long life. Filter. Filter... She had to filter her thoughts, her words before speaking.

"Well then, can't defy a direct order from my CO now, can I?"

She simply jest.

"Thank you sir..."

She carefully cleared her throat before waving the box in her front of her. Straightening herself up taller as she gave him a small smile.

Surprised, huh? At this point, he didn't want to know. If adults were making comments about other women and men, he couldn't imagine what younger people might do.

John looked at her, analyzing her, trying to understand what she was thinking, but he admitted he couldn't. He'd been feeling more tired lately. Maybe it was work or stress, but he felt like he was losing his energy. Or he had simply never been able to truly read people.

"Don't feel obligated to wear it or keep it." John smiled slightly. He was the captain, yes, but this was something more 'friendly,' where rank didn't matter. "I just hope it brings you luck."

Having said that, John patted her on the shoulder. The girl's skin was so pale that it seemed to reflect the light, but it strangely radiated warmth.

"I don't want to bother you any more, Sergeant." John sighed, composing himself. "Tomorrow you go back to training those recruits. Make sure you don't get hit in the head again, okay?" With an ironic tone and a little smile, he was ready to say goodbye.

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"Truthfully speaking. I think I have too much luck Cap."

She dryly jest carefully spinning the box inbetween her fingers.

"Don't worry, I'll keep it sir. Thank you."

She simply gave him a small smile. The moment he patted her shoulder Clover slightly flinched at the pat, a barely noticable motion. Though nothing in her expression noted to the seemingly unconscious motion. Upon closer inspection the Captain would notice the simple and old scars that were littered across the exposed skin of her arms and legs.

"Roger sir."

She nodded her head and gently tapped the side of her fist to the side of his arm as she began turning away.

"No promises sir. I thought I looked pretty good wearing a white headband."

She jested with a low chuckle as she tapped her head.

"Have a good rest of your day then sir, and do rest and take care of yourself. Ain't good for you to be running on fumes."

She hummed and gave her goodbye. A hypocritical statement? Yes. But even so it was given. She turned away and closed the door. For a brief glance the wide expanse of horizontal scars running up and down the whole back of her legs was made clear before the door completely shut.

======Insomnia at the base=====

(open RP, feel free to join)

Context: The barracks was recovering from the fire, but there was still bureaucracy to do and operations to organize.

=========================

The barracks were strangely quiet. Lately, many soldiers had been circling between barracks on operations or business, as some dormitories were still uninhabitable. The fire had caused damage, but they were trying to resolve it as quickly as possible.

Price hadn't been there those weeks. He'd had to leave for an important mission that hadn't gone as he'd hoped, and when he returned, he'd found himself having to straighten things out.

It was raining that evening. It had been raining all day, and the drops were pelting insistently on the roof and windows, enough to make John lose his patience. He had been locked in his office for hours, sending requests for facility upgrades and looking through the files of the new soldiers that Laswell had sent him. Normally he would have liked the noise, but not that night. He was going crazy.

The captain sighed, one hand over his eyes and his back leaning against the chair that had now taken his shape. He tilted his head toward the ceiling, his eyes closed. How long had it been since he slept? The office couch still had a folded brown blanket. He'd looked at it often, but hadn't yet approached it.

The cigar on the desk was half finished; normally it would have lasted two or three days, but today it was a miracle it was still there. John reached for it, but a pained grin reminded him of his mission. He sighed bitterly. The only thing he wanted was to finish those reports.

As he stayed leaned back like that, he was unaware that Valentino had appeared in his doorway, the man holding a cup of tea for Price after hearing the tired grumbling from the other side of the door. The Spaniard stayed silent for a few moments before he spoke up. "Long night?"

John jumped from his chair when he didn't hear the Colonel enter. He thought he had closed the door. There was a moment of surprise, but he quickly recovered, nodding.

"More than one. I hate bureaucracy." The answer was curt, while with a gesture of her hand he signaled him to sit down on one of the chairs.

Valentino hums a bit and says dryly as he places the cup of tea on Price's desk before leaning against said desk with his hip and crossed arms. "Don't I agree with that to hell and back."

A low laugh and a sigh. His eyes fell on his teacup.

“Is this for me?” he asked perplexed, arranging the papers on the desk and tidying up a bit. He wasn't expecting any visitors.

Valentino hums as a yes and says as he tilts his head a bit as he looks at Price. "Si. Feel like it's better than coffee, coffee would make yer nerves worse and ya wouldn't be able to sleep proper."

Price took the cup of tea and snorted amusedly before taking a sip.

"Like I'm sleeping these days." He muttered to himself before drinking. The warm substance warmed his throat. He hadn't had one in a while.

"Thanks for the thought." He nodded. "Did you need anything, Colonel?"

Valentino shakes his head and says. "Nah, just came to make sure ya wouldn't overwork yerself too much. That on top of multiple nights spent awake ain't the loveliest combination."

"There's nothing to worry about. I'll rest." John took another sip of tea. He would have preferred a whiskey, but perhaps that wasn't the case. Too strong for his current state.

"I guess you took a break too." John wasn't sure what time it was, just that it was dark and raining outside.

Valentino hums and says as he glances out the window, watching the raindrops roll down the window for a few moments before looking back at Price.

"Yea, needed it 'cause my own paperwork was becoming a pain in the ass. Get too much of it lately, I swear." He sighs as he shakes his head.

"We should take a break and get out of this place once in a while." Price snorts, running his fingers over his eyes. He hadn't gone out for a drink in the evenings for a while. Who knows, maybe they'd go out together someday.

"Do you drink alcohol?" He didn't know Valentino, he had only heard about him and this could be an opportunity to do so.

Valentino hums and says dryly as a small smirk appears on his face.

"Yup. Never go anywhere without a flask of it."

John returned the smile. Somehow, he'd expected it. One of the few pleasant ones that made him feel something along with the cigars.

"What's inside, whiskey? Vodka?" John leaned back in his chair, another sip of the tea he had now finished.

Valentino says as his smile becomes fonder.

"Usually whiskey but if I know it's gon' be a hellish mission or day, I pour a generous amount of vodka."

He then leans against the desk and says.

"What about ya? Any alcohol ya carry 'round or is it just cigars?"

"Excellent choice." He nodded in approval. Two classic but always trendy alcoholic beverages.

"Yes, cigars mostly, but I usually carry a flask of whiskey too." John looked around. "I had a bottle of whiskey in the office." He got up from his chair, maybe he would offer Valentino some before he left.

"If it wasn't stolen from me, you can-uhf." As he stood up, Price felt a slight twinge in his side. The after-effects of the mission were making themselves felt.

Valentino's eyebrow quirks up and he says as he steps a bit closer to Price.

"After mission muscle cramps hitting ya?"

"The usual bruises, nothing new." Price downplayed it. The pain was fortunately temporary. He reached the glass cabinet and looked for the bottle. To his surprise, it was still there.

"Ah! I thought they took it while I was on a mission." He turned to Valentino once he had it in his hand. "Do you want some?"

Valentino nods yes and says as he half sits on Price's desk.

"Yea, never can go wrong with it."

Price didn't need to be told twice, he took two glasses, filled them with some whiskey and handed one to Valentino.

"All yours, colonel."

Valentino hums and says as he takes a sip of the whiskey.

"Gracias, Capitán."

John took a sip and sat back down in his chair. He had left the bottle in the cupboard.

"So, Colonel, what brought you here to a place where there's almost never any sunlight?"

Valentino shrugs before he says as he leans against the desk. "Was bored, so I decided to come see if you were still alive, since you seemed like a zombie after the mission."

Price made an amused face and shook his head.

"Well, I guess it's more fun to see a zombie than to do anything else." The ironic tone "but I meant why you got transferred here to the base."

Valentino says as he looks at Price. "To be extra manpower for ya lot, if missions get too hard. And to have a break from Spain's weather, sure it's nice but a bit of cooler weather is nicer every now and then."

"You've chosen a place that's cool all year round." And the storm outside confirmed it.

“What was it like in Spain?” John asked, taking another sip.

Valentino said as he takes a sip of his whiskey. "Pretty nice. Summer's nice and hot and winters despite feeling freezing went by fast and were pretty fun. Loved the festivals as well."

"At least you have a nice place to spend your holidays." An amused grin at the way he talked about it.

"When I take my holidays I'll think about it." Another sip and a sigh.

Valentino nods and says as he downs the rest of his whiskey. "Recommend it, if ya're sick of the constant rain."

John smiled and sighed, closing his eyes for a moment.

"I admit that rain can be a pain in the ass sometimes." He ran a hand over his chin. "Any suggestions on where to go?" Spain was big, some advice would have been more useful.

Valentino says as he looks at Price. "Well, ya can go check out the main city, there's lots to do there. Like going to see the Royal Palace or if it's football, ya can go watch a match in the Santiago stadium. But if you're feeling the urge to go swim, I'd recommend the Concha beach."

John was writing everything down in his head. They were all good ideas, especially the football one.

"I'll write them down. Thanks for the tips." A nod with the glass and a thankful smile.

======Insomnia at the base=====

(open RP, feel free to join)

Context: The barracks was recovering from the fire, but there was still bureaucracy to do and operations to organize.

=========================

The barracks were strangely quiet. Lately, many soldiers had been circling between barracks on operations or business, as some dormitories were still uninhabitable. The fire had caused damage, but they were trying to resolve it as quickly as possible.

Price hadn't been there those weeks. He'd had to leave for an important mission that hadn't gone as he'd hoped, and when he returned, he'd found himself having to straighten things out.

It was raining that evening. It had been raining all day, and the drops were pelting insistently on the roof and windows, enough to make John lose his patience. He had been locked in his office for hours, sending requests for facility upgrades and looking through the files of the new soldiers that Laswell had sent him. Normally he would have liked the noise, but not that night. He was going crazy.

The captain sighed, one hand over his eyes and his back leaning against the chair that had now taken his shape. He tilted his head toward the ceiling, his eyes closed. How long had it been since he slept? The office couch still had a folded brown blanket. He'd looked at it often, but hadn't yet approached it.

The cigar on the desk was half finished; normally it would have lasted two or three days, but today it was a miracle it was still there. John reached for it, but a pained grin reminded him of his mission. He sighed bitterly. The only thing he wanted was to finish those reports.

A knock came from the door, tho whoever knocked decided not to invite themself in until the captain allowed them in-

Price looked at the door. He wasn't expecting visitors at that hour. With a grunt of pain, he rose from his chair and opened the door.

"Sergeant. Do you need anything?"

Owl stands in front of the door awkwardly before talking

Heard you were busy with paperwork, sir. If I could uh…. Help?

He muttered, not having anything better to do— the indoors training room was packed and it was raining outside and he didn’t want to risk training in mud

"Thanks, Sergeant, but I'm almost done." It wasn't exactly true. He still had work to do, but those papers required his full attention. But he liked the intention of Help.

"Why don't you go and rest? It's late. Tomorrow is morning practice, have you forgotten?"

He’d hum again, the mask distorting it as he replies

I’m…. Having trouble resting. Stalked up energy or…. Whatever it’s…

He trails

I was planning to sleep, but every attempt failed…. Was going to the indoor training room, but it’s already packed full

John nodded, understanding her problem. He scratched his chin, running his hand behind his neck, deciding his next move.

"Would you like a drop of whiskey? I know it's not the best sleep aid, but it's a good stress reliever."

He hesitates again before nodding quietly

Price motioned him in and went to get two glasses and some whiskey.

"Make yourself comfortable and ignore the mess on my desk."

He nodded, going to sit on the couch (if there’s a couch, if not- he goes to the floor) and stays there quietly. A bit awkward, he hadn’t really interacted much with the captain besides during some missions…. Then again, he rarely went on missions with the team. Mostly being put on solo missions

Price handed him the glass of whiskey and sat down in his chair opposite to Owl. He took a sip before speaking.

"So, How are you finding it here at the base?"

#xD

======Insomnia at the base=====

(open RP, feel free to join)

Context: The barracks was recovering from the fire, but there was still bureaucracy to do and operations to organize.

=========================

The barracks were strangely quiet. Lately, many soldiers had been circling between barracks on operations or business, as some dormitories were still uninhabitable. The fire had caused damage, but they were trying to resolve it as quickly as possible.

Price hadn't been there those weeks. He'd had to leave for an important mission that hadn't gone as he'd hoped, and when he returned, he'd found himself having to straighten things out.

It was raining that evening. It had been raining all day, and the drops were pelting insistently on the roof and windows, enough to make John lose his patience. He had been locked in his office for hours, sending requests for facility upgrades and looking through the files of the new soldiers that Laswell had sent him. Normally he would have liked the noise, but not that night. He was going crazy.

The captain sighed, one hand over his eyes and his back leaning against the chair that had now taken his shape. He tilted his head toward the ceiling, his eyes closed. How long had it been since he slept? The office couch still had a folded brown blanket. He'd looked at it often, but hadn't yet approached it.

The cigar on the desk was half finished; normally it would have lasted two or three days, but today it was a miracle it was still there. John reached for it, but a pained grin reminded him of his mission. He sighed bitterly. The only thing he wanted was to finish those reports.

As he stayed leaned back like that, he was unaware that Valentino had appeared in his doorway, the man holding a cup of tea for Price after hearing the tired grumbling from the other side of the door. The Spaniard stayed silent for a few moments before he spoke up. "Long night?"

John jumped from his chair when he didn't hear the Colonel enter. He thought he had closed the door. There was a moment of surprise, but he quickly recovered, nodding.

"More than one. I hate bureaucracy." The answer was curt, while with a gesture of her hand he signaled him to sit down on one of the chairs.

Valentino hums a bit and says dryly as he places the cup of tea on Price's desk before leaning against said desk with his hip and crossed arms. "Don't I agree with that to hell and back."

A low laugh and a sigh. His eyes fell on his teacup.

“Is this for me?” he asked perplexed, arranging the papers on the desk and tidying up a bit. He wasn't expecting any visitors.

Valentino hums as a yes and says as he tilts his head a bit as he looks at Price. "Si. Feel like it's better than coffee, coffee would make yer nerves worse and ya wouldn't be able to sleep proper."

Price took the cup of tea and snorted amusedly before taking a sip.

"Like I'm sleeping these days." He muttered to himself before drinking. The warm substance warmed his throat. He hadn't had one in a while.

"Thanks for the thought." He nodded. "Did you need anything, Colonel?"

Valentino shakes his head and says. "Nah, just came to make sure ya wouldn't overwork yerself too much. That on top of multiple nights spent awake ain't the loveliest combination."

"There's nothing to worry about. I'll rest." John took another sip of tea. He would have preferred a whiskey, but perhaps that wasn't the case. Too strong for his current state.

"I guess you took a break too." John wasn't sure what time it was, just that it was dark and raining outside.

Valentino hums and says as he glances out the window, watching the raindrops roll down the window for a few moments before looking back at Price.

"Yea, needed it 'cause my own paperwork was becoming a pain in the ass. Get too much of it lately, I swear." He sighs as he shakes his head.

"We should take a break and get out of this place once in a while." Price snorts, running his fingers over his eyes. He hadn't gone out for a drink in the evenings for a while. Who knows, maybe they'd go out together someday.

"Do you drink alcohol?" He didn't know Valentino, he had only heard about him and this could be an opportunity to do so.

Valentino hums and says dryly as a small smirk appears on his face.

"Yup. Never go anywhere without a flask of it."

John returned the smile. Somehow, he'd expected it. One of the few pleasant ones that made him feel something along with the cigars.

"What's inside, whiskey? Vodka?" John leaned back in his chair, another sip of the tea he had now finished.

Valentino says as his smile becomes fonder.

"Usually whiskey but if I know it's gon' be a hellish mission or day, I pour a generous amount of vodka."

He then leans against the desk and says.

"What about ya? Any alcohol ya carry 'round or is it just cigars?"

"Excellent choice." He nodded in approval. Two classic but always trendy alcoholic beverages.

"Yes, cigars mostly, but I usually carry a flask of whiskey too." John looked around. "I had a bottle of whiskey in the office." He got up from his chair, maybe he would offer Valentino some before he left.

"If it wasn't stolen from me, you can-uhf." As he stood up, Price felt a slight twinge in his side. The after-effects of the mission were making themselves felt.

Valentino's eyebrow quirks up and he says as he steps a bit closer to Price.

"After mission muscle cramps hitting ya?"

"The usual bruises, nothing new." Price downplayed it. The pain was fortunately temporary. He reached the glass cabinet and looked for the bottle. To his surprise, it was still there.

"Ah! I thought they took it while I was on a mission." He turned to Valentino once he had it in his hand. "Do you want some?"

Valentino nods yes and says as he half sits on Price's desk.

"Yea, never can go wrong with it."

Price didn't need to be told twice, he took two glasses, filled them with some whiskey and handed one to Valentino.

"All yours, colonel."

Valentino hums and says as he takes a sip of the whiskey.

"Gracias, Capitán."

John took a sip and sat back down in his chair. He had left the bottle in the cupboard.

"So, Colonel, what brought you here to a place where there's almost never any sunlight?"

Valentino shrugs before he says as he leans against the desk. "Was bored, so I decided to come see if you were still alive, since you seemed like a zombie after the mission."

Price made an amused face and shook his head.

"Well, I guess it's more fun to see a zombie than to do anything else." The ironic tone "but I meant why you got transferred here to the base."

Valentino says as he looks at Price. "To be extra manpower for ya lot, if missions get too hard. And to have a break from Spain's weather, sure it's nice but a bit of cooler weather is nicer every now and then."

"You've chosen a place that's cool all year round." And the storm outside confirmed it.

“What was it like in Spain?” John asked, taking another sip.

Valentino said as he takes a sip of his whiskey. "Pretty nice. Summer's nice and hot and winters despite feeling freezing went by fast and were pretty fun. Loved the festivals as well."

"At least you have a nice place to spend your holidays." An amused grin at the way he talked about it.

"When I take my holidays I'll think about it." Another sip and a sigh.

Valentino nods and says as he downs the rest of his whiskey. "Recommend it, if ya're sick of the constant rain."

John smiled and sighed, closing his eyes for a moment.

"I admit that rain can be a pain in the ass sometimes." He ran a hand over his chin. "Any suggestions on where to go?" Spain was big, some advice would have been more useful.

Price paced briskly down the corridor of the base's dormitory wing. Every now and then, a soldier would salute him as a respectful captain, and he would nod back.

He was on his way to visit Clover. It had been two days since she'd sent him that much-appreciated gift, which he'd been using for the past few days. He was ashamed to say that he had smoked three cigars in two days, so he decided to keep it to himself.

Once at the door, he knocked firmly and waited, looking down the still-slightly burned hallway, While he was clutching something inside the head of his pants. He shook his head and found peace. More or less.

@john-captain-price

"Hah... Comin."

Clover voice would come muffled from behind the singed door. There was the faint sound of movement as Clover would finally open the door.

"Swear to god Rogers I am not going out to fucking drin-"

The words died out as she looked up at @john-captain-price from behind her reading glasses. She was dressed in casual lounge wear, a dark green pajama top and matching shorts and simple black house slippers. The bandages that wrapped around her head now long gone. She blinked up at the man in suprise before straightening herself up. Of all people to be knocking on her door, she has least expected the Captain of all people.

"Captain-"

Clover quickly spoke as she pulled off her reading glasses and adjusted herself.

"My apologizes for my apperance. We cut off training early today since we were ahead of schedule for training."

She blinked a few times tucking her glasses to hang from her shirt.

"What can I do for ya sir?"

She asked with a slight tilt of her head.

Price had to lower his gaze to observe her. He didn't do it maliciously. He'd forgotten she was so short next to him, and his eyes inevitably fell on her dress. It happened in a matter of seconds. What struck him immediately was the lack of a headband.

"No problem." He made a point of saying, "I came to see how you were doing." John pointed to a general spot on her head. Her dark hair made it hard to see the scar, but that was a good thing.

"And then I wanted to thank you for the gifts. There was no need." A hint of a smile, as he lowered his gaze slightly. He wasn't used to such kindness.

Clover simply tilted her head back to look up at at the taller man clearly used to the movement.

"Ah. My noggin? It's all healed up now. Had the medic take the stitches out a while ago."

She turned her head to the side as she ran her fingers through her hair. The tips of her fingers feeling across her scalp searching for the bump of her new scar.

"Here it is."

She lifted and parted her hair to show off the now pinkening scar on her scalp. Giving him a moment to look at it before she dropped her hands and ruffled her hair back into place. She looked back up at him with a raised brow before shrugging at his comment regarding her gift.

"Eh, it was really nothing sir. It was just a simple gift. Wasn't too sure if you would've liked those cigars actually."

She rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly.

"I know tobacco can be expensive but damn never knew cigars were expensive as they are. You sure have lavish tastes in it."

She lightly chuckled.

"Those red ginseng sticks are just good for your health. Dropped a pack over for the sergeant and Lieutenant. Gotta keep a healthy body when it comes to our work. Military practically forces us to age twice out actual age."

Price glanced at the scar as she moved her hair and nodded when he noticed it was now healed. He still couldn't believe a recruit had the courage to put a sergeant at risk. But he'd surely learned his lesson now. At her words he gave a hint of laughter.

"They taste different from the ones I smoke, but they're not bad. A change every now and then is good." If it weren't for the fact that changing something was supposed to be a good thing, he had simply changed the flavor of what he knew would one day kill him. If only a bullet hadn't hit him in the head first.

"I haven't tried the ginseng sticks yet. I hope it's as you say." He found it strange in taste, he had tried having it in coffee once, but it had a strange syrupy taste. Maybe those were better. "If they can make me be younger, that package will be gone in a day." The ironic tone and a thought of appreciation for the fact that she had also thought of Soap and Ghost.

After a moment he spoke again."Good...I'm glad you're feeling better." John looked down in his pocket and pulled out a small box. "Take it as thanks for the gift and good luck in being among the recruits." Inside was a necklace with a turtle pendant. Nothing bulky, just a symbol.

"Just make sure you just eat them straight up, like taking a shot. Best way to get it over with. They're a bit bitter and weird taste- but I mean, they're still good for you. I suppose anny good medicine isn't supposed to taste the best."

Clover slightly shrugged before letting out a sudden snort at his comment. She quickly looked away covering her mouth to hide the fact any noise left her at all. A slip of noise from a comment she didn't expect to hear. She really shouldn't be laughing at her CO... Quickly clearing her throat and turned back to look at him proper she pulled back her straight face as she looked up at him again.

"I suppose it'll make you feel younger in a sense. Supposed to help with mental and physical fatigue, also help with cognitive focus. Just makes your brain run better and boost your bodies health over all."

She simply explained, in all honesty she despised eating the sticks herself never having been able to get used to the bitter flavor. Yet the haunting scolding of her grandmother still rang in her ears.

When Price presented the box to her she looked at him then down at the box, then back up to him in pure confusion.

"What?.. Sir- you really didn't need to."

She blinked quickly before heasitantly taking the boxed pushed her way.

"I don't even think I should be accepting this..."

She mumbled staring at the small box in her hand for a moment as she pursed her lips into a tight line. Carefully and moved to open the box like it was a ticking bomb. Once the lid was off, her brow raised as she stared at the necklace inside. Her head slowly tilting the side. A turtle necklace... Well that was... Unexpected...

"You know sir... Most would think you're flirting with me for this."

She looked up at him with an amused look. Never would she have thought she would recieve a necklace from her CO of all people.

"Yeah trying to get the female recruits all up in my buisness for this?"

She simple jested pulling at his leg. There was a pause as she examined the turtle pendant.

"Why a turtle of all things?"

John raised an eyebrow at her comment. Was that flirting? He was an old-fashioned man, and for him too, giving a girl such a gift was a sign of courtship, if it had been a pearl necklace. Not that there was anything wrong with giving different necklaces, but he knew why he did it. Despite this, he gave an amused smile.

"Don't worry. Female recruits don't like old captains." He admitted that he had heard rumours about him, but he ignored them. Kyle or Johnny had the attention of most of the girls and to his surprise, so did Simon.

John looked at the pendant before answering. "I know it's a symbol of health in Korea. And I think we all need a little guidance from above." He honestly hoped he hadn't made a mistake. He was terrible with gifts and hoped he'd done his homework. What he said was peppered with a characteristic irony. He didn't believe in anything divine, nor in good luck charms. But if he didn't believe it, it's not as if others didn't.

"And accept it. I don't want excuses or second thoughts. " He added shortly after, Returning to the captain of always.

John felt responsible for every soldier in the barracks. Recruits, sergeants, lieutenants. He tried to treat everyone equally and to let loose more with those who deserved it. Clover seemed like a good enough girl to command his respect.

"Oh you'd be suprised sir. You would be veeeery suprised. The mutton chops does something to those recruits."

She let out a light huff and gently shook her head. He was the equivalent of well aged whiskey for men as he was viewed by some of the recruits. Being around them constantly she definitely heard more things of em then then you would in a boys locker room. They were just much more hush hush about it since it was about the Captain of course.

As he had begun his explination of the turtle she grew very quiet. Gaze falling to the necklace as she just stared at it. By no means was she a religious person. In fact she cursed god more often then not. She despised whatever greater being exsisted in the skies above her. All she knew was gonna be drag down far far below...

"A healthy and long life..."

She drawled the words before closing to box with a soft huff. Frankly she didn't wish for a long life. Filter. Filter... She had to filter her thoughts, her words before speaking.

"Well then, can't defy a direct order from my CO now, can I?"

She simply jest.

"Thank you sir..."

She carefully cleared her throat before waving the box in her front of her. Straightening herself up taller as she gave him a small smile.

#girl doesn't understand the word 'gift'#<<I'll let her understand (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)#John will come to a point where he will order it xD #no more gift!!#cod roleplay #cod rp blog #call of duty #cod oc #oc rp #cod oc rp blog #cod mw2 #cod oc blog #cod

Surprised, huh? At this point, he didn't want to know. If adults were making comments about other women and men, he couldn't imagine what younger people might do.

John looked at her, analyzing her, trying to understand what she was thinking, but he admitted he couldn't. He'd been feeling more tired lately. Maybe it was work or stress, but he felt like he was losing his energy. Or he had simply never been able to truly read people.

"Don't feel obligated to wear it or keep it." John smiled slightly. He was the captain, yes, but this was something more 'friendly,' where rank didn't matter. "I just hope it brings you luck."

Having said that, John patted her on the shoulder. The girl's skin was so pale that it seemed to reflect the light, but it strangely radiated warmth.

"I don't want to bother you any more, Sergeant." John sighed, composing himself. "Tomorrow you go back to training those recruits. Make sure you don't get hit in the head again, okay?" With an ironic tone and a little smile, he was ready to say goodbye.

======Insomnia at the base=====

(open RP, feel free to join)

Context: The barracks was recovering from the fire, but there was still bureaucracy to do and operations to organize.

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The barracks were strangely quiet. Lately, many soldiers had been circling between barracks on operations or business, as some dormitories were still uninhabitable. The fire had caused damage, but they were trying to resolve it as quickly as possible.

Price hadn't been there those weeks. He'd had to leave for an important mission that hadn't gone as he'd hoped, and when he returned, he'd found himself having to straighten things out.

It was raining that evening. It had been raining all day, and the drops were pelting insistently on the roof and windows, enough to make John lose his patience. He had been locked in his office for hours, sending requests for facility upgrades and looking through the files of the new soldiers that Laswell had sent him. Normally he would have liked the noise, but not that night. He was going crazy.

The captain sighed, one hand over his eyes and his back leaning against the chair that had now taken his shape. He tilted his head toward the ceiling, his eyes closed. How long had it been since he slept? The office couch still had a folded brown blanket. He'd looked at it often, but hadn't yet approached it.

The cigar on the desk was half finished; normally it would have lasted two or three days, but today it was a miracle it was still there. John reached for it, but a pained grin reminded him of his mission. He sighed bitterly. The only thing he wanted was to finish those reports.

Lingering down the hallway and bored out of his brains, Albie walks down slowly with his shirt off and a simple set of black socks on and a pair of black trackies. He huffs and shimmies down the hallway, bandages wrapped around his side from being caught in the fire when it happened. He passes by the office, then slowly shuffles back and looks inside. "Captain?" He asks and stands in the doorway. "You doing okay? Y' seem a little pent up, sir. Anything I can do for you?" He asks with the tilt of his head, shifting his weight to the right.

#Idk if in your story anyone got caught in the fire but lmk #<< totally ok #It's been months since that post but I like to think that the problem of the burning barracks still exists xD #AlbieMcKinner #john captain price

John looked up from the report he was filling out at the sound of a familiar voice. When he saw Albie standing bare-chested at his door, he was silent for a moment.

"Lieutenant, I didn't think I'd see you... like this." It wasn't usual to see a soldier walking around without a shirt.

"No thanks. I'm fine. I'm just finishing signing these papers." Before looking down, John noticed those bandages again. A knot formed in his stomach almost immediately, and he looked back at the last sentence he'd written.

======Insomnia at the base=====

(open RP, feel free to join)

Context: The barracks was recovering from the fire, but there was still bureaucracy to do and operations to organize.

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The barracks were strangely quiet. Lately, many soldiers had been circling between barracks on operations or business, as some dormitories were still uninhabitable. The fire had caused damage, but they were trying to resolve it as quickly as possible.

Price hadn't been there those weeks. He'd had to leave for an important mission that hadn't gone as he'd hoped, and when he returned, he'd found himself having to straighten things out.

It was raining that evening. It had been raining all day, and the drops were pelting insistently on the roof and windows, enough to make John lose his patience. He had been locked in his office for hours, sending requests for facility upgrades and looking through the files of the new soldiers that Laswell had sent him. Normally he would have liked the noise, but not that night. He was going crazy.

The captain sighed, one hand over his eyes and his back leaning against the chair that had now taken his shape. He tilted his head toward the ceiling, his eyes closed. How long had it been since he slept? The office couch still had a folded brown blanket. He'd looked at it often, but hadn't yet approached it.

The cigar on the desk was half finished; normally it would have lasted two or three days, but today it was a miracle it was still there. John reached for it, but a pained grin reminded him of his mission. He sighed bitterly. The only thing he wanted was to finish those reports.

As he stayed leaned back like that, he was unaware that Valentino had appeared in his doorway, the man holding a cup of tea for Price after hearing the tired grumbling from the other side of the door. The Spaniard stayed silent for a few moments before he spoke up. "Long night?"

John jumped from his chair when he didn't hear the Colonel enter. He thought he had closed the door. There was a moment of surprise, but he quickly recovered, nodding.

"More than one. I hate bureaucracy." The answer was curt, while with a gesture of her hand he signaled him to sit down on one of the chairs.

Valentino hums a bit and says dryly as he places the cup of tea on Price's desk before leaning against said desk with his hip and crossed arms. "Don't I agree with that to hell and back."

A low laugh and a sigh. His eyes fell on his teacup.

“Is this for me?” he asked perplexed, arranging the papers on the desk and tidying up a bit. He wasn't expecting any visitors.

Valentino hums as a yes and says as he tilts his head a bit as he looks at Price. "Si. Feel like it's better than coffee, coffee would make yer nerves worse and ya wouldn't be able to sleep proper."

Price took the cup of tea and snorted amusedly before taking a sip.

"Like I'm sleeping these days." He muttered to himself before drinking. The warm substance warmed his throat. He hadn't had one in a while.

"Thanks for the thought." He nodded. "Did you need anything, Colonel?"

Valentino shakes his head and says. "Nah, just came to make sure ya wouldn't overwork yerself too much. That on top of multiple nights spent awake ain't the loveliest combination."

"There's nothing to worry about. I'll rest." John took another sip of tea. He would have preferred a whiskey, but perhaps that wasn't the case. Too strong for his current state.

"I guess you took a break too." John wasn't sure what time it was, just that it was dark and raining outside.

Valentino hums and says as he glances out the window, watching the raindrops roll down the window for a few moments before looking back at Price.

"Yea, needed it 'cause my own paperwork was becoming a pain in the ass. Get too much of it lately, I swear." He sighs as he shakes his head.

"We should take a break and get out of this place once in a while." Price snorts, running his fingers over his eyes. He hadn't gone out for a drink in the evenings for a while. Who knows, maybe they'd go out together someday.

"Do you drink alcohol?" He didn't know Valentino, he had only heard about him and this could be an opportunity to do so.

Valentino hums and says dryly as a small smirk appears on his face.

"Yup. Never go anywhere without a flask of it."

John returned the smile. Somehow, he'd expected it. One of the few pleasant ones that made him feel something along with the cigars.

"What's inside, whiskey? Vodka?" John leaned back in his chair, another sip of the tea he had now finished.

Valentino says as his smile becomes fonder.

"Usually whiskey but if I know it's gon' be a hellish mission or day, I pour a generous amount of vodka."

He then leans against the desk and says.

"What about ya? Any alcohol ya carry 'round or is it just cigars?"

"Excellent choice." He nodded in approval. Two classic but always trendy alcoholic beverages.

"Yes, cigars mostly, but I usually carry a flask of whiskey too." John looked around. "I had a bottle of whiskey in the office." He got up from his chair, maybe he would offer Valentino some before he left.

"If it wasn't stolen from me, you can-uhf." As he stood up, Price felt a slight twinge in his side. The after-effects of the mission were making themselves felt.

Valentino's eyebrow quirks up and he says as he steps a bit closer to Price.

"After mission muscle cramps hitting ya?"

"The usual bruises, nothing new." Price downplayed it. The pain was fortunately temporary. He reached the glass cabinet and looked for the bottle. To his surprise, it was still there.

"Ah! I thought they took it while I was on a mission." He turned to Valentino once he had it in his hand. "Do you want some?"

Valentino nods yes and says as he half sits on Price's desk.

"Yea, never can go wrong with it."

Price didn't need to be told twice, he took two glasses, filled them with some whiskey and handed one to Valentino.

"All yours, colonel."

Valentino hums and says as he takes a sip of the whiskey.

"Gracias, Capitán."

John took a sip and sat back down in his chair. He had left the bottle in the cupboard.

"So, Colonel, what brought you here to a place where there's almost never any sunlight?"

Valentino shrugs before he says as he leans against the desk. "Was bored, so I decided to come see if you were still alive, since you seemed like a zombie after the mission."

Price made an amused face and shook his head.

"Well, I guess it's more fun to see a zombie than to do anything else." The ironic tone "but I meant why you got transferred here to the base."

Valentino says as he looks at Price. "To be extra manpower for ya lot, if missions get too hard. And to have a break from Spain's weather, sure it's nice but a bit of cooler weather is nicer every now and then."

"You've chosen a place that's cool all year round." And the storm outside confirmed it.

“What was it like in Spain?” John asked, taking another sip.

Valentino said as he takes a sip of his whiskey. "Pretty nice. Summer's nice and hot and winters despite feeling freezing went by fast and were pretty fun. Loved the festivals as well."

"At least you have a nice place to spend your holidays." An amused grin at the way he talked about it.

"When I take my holidays I'll think about it." Another sip and a sigh.

======Insomnia at the base=====

(open RP, feel free to join)

Context: The barracks was recovering from the fire, but there was still bureaucracy to do and operations to organize.

=========================

The barracks were strangely quiet. Lately, many soldiers had been circling between barracks on operations or business, as some dormitories were still uninhabitable. The fire had caused damage, but they were trying to resolve it as quickly as possible.

Price hadn't been there those weeks. He'd had to leave for an important mission that hadn't gone as he'd hoped, and when he returned, he'd found himself having to straighten things out.

It was raining that evening. It had been raining all day, and the drops were pelting insistently on the roof and windows, enough to make John lose his patience. He had been locked in his office for hours, sending requests for facility upgrades and looking through the files of the new soldiers that Laswell had sent him. Normally he would have liked the noise, but not that night. He was going crazy.

The captain sighed, one hand over his eyes and his back leaning against the chair that had now taken his shape. He tilted his head toward the ceiling, his eyes closed. How long had it been since he slept? The office couch still had a folded brown blanket. He'd looked at it often, but hadn't yet approached it.

The cigar on the desk was half finished; normally it would have lasted two or three days, but today it was a miracle it was still there. John reached for it, but a pained grin reminded him of his mission. He sighed bitterly. The only thing he wanted was to finish those reports.

A knock came from the door, tho whoever knocked decided not to invite themself in until the captain allowed them in-

Price looked at the door. He wasn't expecting visitors at that hour. With a grunt of pain, he rose from his chair and opened the door.

"Sergeant. Do you need anything?"

Owl stands in front of the door awkwardly before talking

Heard you were busy with paperwork, sir. If I could uh…. Help?

He muttered, not having anything better to do— the indoors training room was packed and it was raining outside and he didn’t want to risk training in mud

"Thanks, Sergeant, but I'm almost done." It wasn't exactly true. He still had work to do, but those papers required his full attention. But he liked the intention of Help.

"Why don't you go and rest? It's late. Tomorrow is morning practice, have you forgotten?"

He’d hum again, the mask distorting it as he replies

I’m…. Having trouble resting. Stalked up energy or…. Whatever it’s…

He trails

I was planning to sleep, but every attempt failed…. Was going to the indoor training room, but it’s already packed full

John nodded, understanding her problem. He scratched his chin, running his hand behind his neck, deciding his next move.

"Would you like a drop of whiskey? I know it's not the best sleep aid, but it's a good stress reliever."

He hesitates again before nodding quietly