Price has been a man with a Ghost on his back since ever he could remember.

You're like his damn demon that creeps around every corner, telling him information for the next missions. How many deaths, injuries, what goes wrong or right.

Only thing he knee about you was that you were over 500 years old. Nothing else.

He asked so many times about your name, how you knew everything and all that but you just...never told him.

As he sat outside on the porch, another mission done, luckily nobody died only a few injuries.

John held the cigar to his lips. Sighting as the injuries ached and just burned. He was waiting for you to appear. For your 'important' speech for the next mission. Fuck he didn't want to listen to you. Not anymore.

He rather not know who passes. He rather not know anything and just let the moment happen when it happens. He rather - you appear next to him.

"Go on." The tired Captain grumbled, waving his hand for you to just go ahead and start yapping about your stupid information.