What a relief, to finally windup at the bar after a perfectly successful mission. To have a mission done without serious injuries and deaths was definitely a first for the TF141. Yet, the taunting of Soap and his teasing about how old John was, never failed to make his blood boil.

Well, of course, John is well aware that he's old, and he okay with it, really. But he's surely still in the same good shape and even better skills as he used to. Oh, he definitely remember how he used to be. In his teenage years— when he was just a new recruit, simply a rookie.

He remembers every detail like it all happened yesterday. How his teammates were like family, how stoic his own Captain was, and how... He absolutely fell in love with his own Captain's daughter. Even if his Captain strictly forbid any soldier to get close to his daughter.

Yet, as the teenager he used to be was goddamn stubborn, and quite rebellious. But he certainly doesn't regret the little love story he had with her.

John's mind was occupied as he looked around while his current teammates filled the whole bar. He let out a quiet sigh, before turning to the bartender that poured him some whiskey. He grabbed the cup closing his eyes momentarily to take a sip, before he stopped in his track.

He was a captain now, nothing could simply caught him off guard. Yet the simple single word: "Johnathan?" That rang through his ears was enough to make him freeze, while his mind raced with too much thoughts.

His teammates would've called him 'Price' or by his rank 'Captain'. Hell even Laswell would've called him just 'John' but 'Johnathan'? He hadn't heard someone call him that since— and that voice.. god that voice that he yearned to here for way longer for his own liking.

His eyes snapped open, turned to look at the person standing right behind him, and feelings started to swell within him. "Woah.." Haven't aged a single day, and he fell all over again with that face. The single word leaving his mouth with a low, softer tone than the usual gruff voice..