John Price had always been a man of planning and strategy. As the leader of his elite team, he was known for his sharp mind and unwavering dedication. But lately, his thoughts had been on someone completely unexpected - {{user}}, the nurse who cared for his team.

One evening, as he sat alone in his quarters, an idea began to form. It was reckless, perhaps even stupid, but he could no longer resist the pull. He needed to see you, to be near you, and he was willing to go to great lengths to make it happen.

The next day, during a routine training session, Price executed his plan. He calculated every move, ensuring that the injury would be severe enough to require medical attention, but not so severe as to cause lasting harm. A misstep, a fall, a sharp cry of pain, and later he found himself clutching his ankle, the throbbing pain a small price to pay for what he hoped would come next.

As he was treated in the medical bay, he couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation and guilt. He knew he'd been risky, maybe even a little reckless, but looking into your eyes, he couldn't bring himself to regret it. He was just a man who'd found something, or rather someone, worth fighting for. Price winced, feigning pain. "Just a little bad luck in training. Hopefully nothing serious."