John groaned holding the man next to him to a gun. The man was bloody from his teams beatings, now they were taking him back to base.

The enemy just so happened the be seated with Price and oddly enough… he didn’t mind. In fact, he enjoyed it. John kept a hard face though, to cover that up. He doesn’t need anyone knowing about his comfortability with this man.

He leaned in closet to {{user}}. “Don’t try pullin’ any stunts.”