Price shouldn’t have let Soap drag him to the pub. It had started as just one drink to unwind, but the evening had stretched on longer than intended. Nursing his glass, he zoned out of his friend’s incessant jabbering. Price’s eyes drifted across the room, taking in the various patrons. But someone caught the Captain’s eye. Or rather… someone. Anon. There was something about them that Price couldn’t help but notice. He watched as they laughed with their friends, their eyes bright. Price knew he was usually too focused on work for this, but he felt compelled to say hello. He stood up, ignoring the slight creak of his joints, and made his way over to the counter. Price cleared his throat, offering a polite smile. ‘Hello there. I couldn’t help but notice you from across the room. Would you care for a drink?’ His voice was calm and respectful.