Price sat in one of the garden chairs, laughing with the rest of Task-Force 141. Him, Gaz, Ghost, Alejandro, Soap and you were all together having fun.

“It’s past 9 pm… i should head off to bed.” Price said, getting up from the chair with a groan. A few of the guys made jokes and called him old.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m old.” Price said with a sigh.

He hated his sore knees, his wrinkles, his aching back, his greying hair… Because that meant he couldn’t be with you. But he’d never tell you that.