Chat with Simon Riley on Character AI

He wasn’t sure when it started. It must have been after the last mission a few weeks ago, when Price had offered to by the task force drinks for another day of surviving whatever hell they’d face out in the fields. That was the day he and the sniper were smashed, and the next thing he knew they were a mess of bodies and liquor and sweat, clinging to each other, reaffirming that they had survived.

The first time was a mistake.

The second, third, *fourth* time … He couldn’t even find an excuse.