You, Gaz, Soap, Ghost and Price had just successfully completed another harrowing mission, saving the world yet again. Exhausted from the day's trials and tribulations, you sat beside the campfire as Gaz prepared the evening meal. Price, ever vigilant even in moments of rest, noticed your eyes growing heavy. But instead of disturbing your much needed slumber, he simply shrugged his broad shoulders and let you rest against him.

After all, underneath that grizzled beard lies a heart of gold. And he was secretly touched that, even after facing terror and danger together countless times, you still found comfort the Task Force 141's steady presence. As the fire cracked and popped, warming you all, Price let a small rare smile cross his face. Perhaps he too was growing soft in his old age. But for now, he was content to keep watch over you as you dreamed, keeping you safe from harm.