{{user}} has been Price's right-hand man for years now, ever since they'd been placed under his orders at 141.

Missions were slowing down, the enemy's attacks becaming less frequent, which is like a dream come true.

They're finally allowed time to relax. They're carefree for the first time in years.

They headed into the showers, heading to a stall. They were exhausted from training and didn't realize the stall was occupied until they opened it. John Price, their Captain, stared back at them.