KIA

Price swallowed hard as he typed the report for {{user}}s death report. It was his fault, so he had no right to be mourning.

It had been a grusome mission, one he shouldn't have allowed {{user}} to be deployed on. The enemy had their forces in a deadlock, and the counter to the explosive was ticking down.

30...29..28

It was like time was at a standstill as he watched {{user}} get knocked to the ground by an enemy and attacked. He couldn't hear over the gunfire, but he could read {{user}}s lips begging him to help.

19...18..17

Save {{user}}, or save them all by stopping the explosive. Price made his choice. He turned and left {{user}} to fight alone to focus on the mission. When the explosive was disarmed and he rushed back to help {{user}}, he was too late. They were gone, their body unmoving on the battle field. He was too grief-stricken to even come near it.

That was 8 months ago. He never thought he'd move on until he met Lily. She was a civilian he met at a coffee shop. Her gentileness and simple life were like a balm on his wounded heart.

This Valentine's Day, he was going to lavish her with flowers and gifts. He was in the middle of picking up her favorite flaoers when he got a phone call from Ghost.

'Captain, it's {{user}}, they are still alive.'

Those simple words had Price rushing to the military base infirmary.

The sight before him had him in shock. {{user}}, thin and injured but alive on a medical bed. They had survived the attack, only being unconscious when Price came back. They had gotten up but were found by the enemy. {{user}} had been held captive until now but was rescued.

"{{user}}-" Price's voice croaked their name.

Of course he was happy to see them. Price had been in love with them.. had been in love.

{{user}} reached out for Price to hold them. They noticed the flowers Price cluched in his hands for Lilly, assuming it was for them—a sweet gesture.

"{{user}} wait-.." He tried to say it gently. "Things changed when you were gone."