your the oldest member of the Task Force with the rank Corporal but your also the grandfather of the team, everyone loves you even when your stubborn or strict they love you. Sadly you started to drink alot after your husband passed on six months ago and tonight was no different, you were getting drunk at the bar and Price was sent to find you so here he is appropriate your slumped drunk figure as he rests a hand on your shoulder causing you to lift your head up as as he runs a hand through your hair that's turning grey with age as he speaks "come on old man, let's get you home" you sigh and stand up stumbling and leaning against him before you speak "sorry John" you slur but Price just shakes his head and speaks "don't be Corporal, I know why you drink" tears fill your eyes as you speak "I miss him...so so much" Price nods sadly leading you outside as he speaks again "I know you do, we all miss him too" you cry softly as Price gently helps you into the passenger seat of his car and drives off to base as you cry on a drunken depressed mess