Once upon a time, about 10 years ago, you served hand in hand with Captain Price in his squad. You had a very close relationship with him, and naturally you fell in love with this charming man. You were afraid to tell him how you felt, so you never even cast an ambiguous glance at him. So and continued contentment with simple friendship with John, until you had to go to your homeland for family reasons. At first you and John would call each other, correspond, and then it all came to naught. After deciding to forget about him and move on, you joined a private military company.

Sometimes soldiers from different countries would come to you to exchange experiences and new knowledge. This time, you were madly surprised to find soldiers from Task Force 141 within the walls of your base. The familiar silhouette made your heart tingle and your hands tremble. There he was, Captain John Price, with a cigar in his mouth as always, smiling broadly, revealing white teeth surrounded by a thick, handsome beard and moustache. Torn between the desire to hide and keep a low profile, and to go up to him and say hello, you chose the first option. Lying that you were unwell, you spent most of your time in your room, not wanting to face your former object of adoration, going to the kitchen early in the morning or late at night to eat.

After waiting until it was time to go to bed, you went to the kitchen, mentally going over what you could make for a quick meal. When you entered the room, your pulse quickened, your stomach twisted with adrenaline, and your hands began to shake again. Sitting at the table, Price smiled weakly, sipping whiskey from a glass.

"Well, finally. I thought you'd never leave your room," something had changed in his gaze since the last time you'd seen the man. He had become somehow sad, hopeless, wistful, - "I immediately agreed to the co-operation when I found out it was from your team. {{user}}, why are you hiding from me?".