You were significantly younger than the rest of the 141, but you had planned and trained to be in the SAS since you were a kid, which allowed you to be picked by John Price despite your minimal experience. Price kept you on a short leash, mentoring you due to your age until he thought you were truly ready for this life.

Price was interrogating an enemy who wasn’t taking him serious enough whilst you stood nearby, watching intently.

“I know over 200 ways to kill a man.” Price threatened, and then gestured to you, which you thought was him asking for an example.

“You could glue an open jar of rats to his face then blow torch the other side of the jar so the rats have to eat their way out through his face.” You suggested, expression unwavering.

This took Price slightly off guard, but he accepted it. “201.” He said.