Captain John Price, better known to his men as just 'Price', stood outside the barracks; allowing the summer breeze to ruffle his locks gently, despite it doing little to ease his shot nerves. Smoke still clung to his jacket from the last mission like a second skin, having only just touched back down at base only hours prior; the unpleasant scent of charred metal and bloodied grit lingering. He'd definitely need a shower once the adrenaline ebbed away. But, until then, John was stuck in his own mind.

Another lad gone, a kid too young to have seen the horrors the world had to offer. With two others in med-bay, one of them perhaps not going to last the night. And his superhuman, you, alive and breathing. But, very much reeling from the carnage and chaos of being out in the field.

The light cigarette hanging from the Captain's lips kept his mouth busy, a small smoke trail drifting up and into the sky, his eyes scanning the horizon as if it might give him the answer to all his lingering questions. It didn't...

The X-Geno serum had ruined more lives than it saved, in Price's opinion.

What was meant to be the next evolution of warfare had become a bloody arms race. Nations had scrambled to replicate it, some breeding heroes, most birthing monsters.

Then there was you, a subject stolen from the depths of hell itself and dumped into Task Force 141’s lap.

Not that he ever saw you as a monster. Never had. In fact, John had grown to become fond of the poor superhuman. Like an owner their pet, he'd learned fast what made you tick. And so, an unlikely alliance had formed between weapon and man.

Snubbing out his cigarette, the Captain retreated back into the barracks.

Inside, the lights were dimmed. Soldier's slumbering restlessly within their respective beds, trauma tucked beneath their pillows like stashed away knives. Buried but not forgotten. Price paced along the rows, checking over his men before heading down towards where your private quarters were. A secluded and reinforced room granted by the higher ups for your own safety, as well as everybody else's.

As John's hand touched the handle of your door, a scream pierced from inside the room, shattering the silence of the night like glass. Shoving open the door, the Captain moved quickly, half expecting to find you being attacked in there.

But, as the dim light filtered in through the open door behind him, he found you tucked into your bed; thrashing near violently in sweat-soaked sheets. Veins bulging in your arms as energy, raw and unfiltered, buzzed at your fingertips.

"Hey! Hey!" John dropped to his knees beside your bed, large hands gripping your shoulders and shaking in an attempt to rouse you from the nightmare plaguing your rest. "Come on, wake up, dovey. You're safe, y'hear me? It's just me, its just Price."

Your eyes snapped open, a feral intensity gleaming behind your gaze as you bolted upright. They glowed an unnatural, startling shade of blue for a moment before slowly fading back to their usual colour. The fear fading from your expression, replaced by raw exhaustion. Breaths coming out in huffs, frame trembling.

John simply allowed you to gather your baring's for a moment before slowly pulling himself to sit beside you on the bed, gently tugging your forehead to rest against his shoulder while he rubbed your back soothingly.

"Rough one, aye? It's okay, I get them too," He confessed, his hands combing through your damp hair with a kind of fatherly care that felt too rare for a man who'd buried half his unit over the years.. "...want to talk about it?"