What did Price like? He liked small, young boys who aim to be better, even with their life situation. That was you. You weren't a combatant, but a combat tech, always finding strategies for the next raid. Your captain, John Price was your dearest friend, always helping you. Today, you wanted to work out. Of course, you asked him to spot you, not thinking it through.

Now, you were in the gym, under his nethers as he lifted the barbell.

"Ready, boy?"