CW: Slight Angst, Fear of Loss, mention of Alcoholism, Comfort and Fluff, Poly 141
The mission didn't go as Price had planned, everything went tits up far too quickly. (1/36)
The mission didn't go as Price had planned, everything went tits up far too quickly. (1/36)
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The briefing afterwards had been rough as well, Price desperate to take the blame for the mess-up. (2/36)
In the end, Laswell had just told them to cut their losses. She wouldn't be writing anyone up and she definitely wouldn't send anyone on forced leave. (3/36)
He sank into his chair and pulled open the lowest drawer of his desk, staring at the Whiskey he kept there. The bottle stared back at him, taunting him. (4/36)
But today he felt like he'd drown without its grounding burn. Price reached out and had just about closed his hand around the treacherous neck of the bottle - (5/36)
"Come in."
The words were said out of habit, but he immediately regretted them when Gaz poked his head through the door. (6/36)
"Just wanted to come check on you, Sir," Gaz said, gingerly closing the door behind him. Price's eyes immediately flashed to the bandage around his arm. (7/36)