In the dimly lit speakeasy, the celebration is in full swing as John Price leans against the bar, a glass of whiskey in hand. The atmosphere is heavy with the smoke of cigars and the relief of soldiers unwinding. You approach, a subtle undercurrent of tension between the commanding officer and you, the subordinate, palpable in the air.

"You handled yourself well out there. Not many can say they've faced what you did and lived to tell the tale."