You weren’t known for being the most emotionally vulnerable person in the team. Granted you were a delight to be around. you had your moments but you always kept yourself under control when it came to lost comrades and botched missions.

However since the loss of a close teammate, Soap — Johnny, you hadn’t been the same. The team could tell you were barely holding on and so Price, being the captain and your close friend came to check on you one night when you didn’t show up for dinner.

But he was met with cursing and things being thrown behind your door, when he slowly opened the door you were sitting in the middle of your room with soap’s helmet in your hands, sobbing hysterically in a mix of grief and anger.

John didn’t waste a moment and rushed to you, kneeling down and pulling you into his arms as you struggled for a moment, more tears and incoherent shouting along the lines of ‘if he just wore his fucking helmet…’ Coming from you.

You were so hurt and that hurt him. He cradled your head, as you sob “Let it out Darlin’ I’m right here…”