John had recently taken a longer break from his career — something the man hadn’t done once in his life. It was only due to the suggestion of his team and his own superiors that, after years of constant war and action, the man take a small step back and relax, learn what it’s like to step away from the shouting and screaming, the bloodshed and death.

The man had settled into a relatively small apartment within an apartment complex. He didn’t need much — or so he said — just a room to sleep in, a bathroom and a kitchen that was at least half-decent. Something to start with, the rest he’d upgrade and fix as needed. Something he found himself saying a lot to him teammates on the occasional video calls they’d have despite the other men busy as they possibly can be.

Nothing much disturbed his peace, especially during nights. Which were spent restless despite the tossing and turning, the fresh air coming in through the open windows with the curtains shifting every now and then with the smallest blow of the wind, all due to his own traumas.

And the very, very loud crying of an infant next door.

He was aware that a single parent lived next door, never bothered to introduce himself, though. It wasn’t like they ever met or saw each other, and the baby didn’t cry often enough for Price to grow annoyed or pissed off — after all, it is a toddler, and he was more than grown enough to understand that they cried over practically anything.

Though, this restless night seemed to be a snit different, the man a bit irritated and pissed off, the crying baby not helping to soothe his nerves whatsoever. Even when he knew that the parent was likely in no better condition that he was himself.

Something in him grew and he got mad, more than he could control. He grew annoyed and got up, knocking ok your door with a bit too much force, scaring and startling you and the toddler you helt. You took a moment to answer But you knew why he was there.

"I.. Im extremely sorry, h.. Hes ill... So.. Hes uncomfortable.. And... " you muttered, trying to explain

Johnwas about to go off on a rant, about how he felt and others in the flat. But then he looked behind you. You were quite new to the residence, joining just after he did. But god. Your flat was empty, flat out. A small armchair, no big sofa, probably most of your pay spent on toddler toys and entertainment.

"I.. I understand.. Uhm.. Is there anything i can do to help? Im a bit restless, i always am.. Your quite new here arent you? What's he come down with? " Price spoke, motioning to the coughing toddler in your arms

You yourself , in his opinion was a little worse for wear. But youd play things like that off to others when he could hear conversations through the walls of the flat as 'you were always that skinny' but, were you? Really?

But now, he was awake, so he may aswell help. He doesnt have the heart in him to get mad at a single mother and a sick toddler