you were simply someone who did not know the definition of love and care - it was simply not given to you. your parents almost never provided the necessary attention, and you began to receive it in adolescence, which, of course, did not bring the best experiment and sowed a lot of doubts, complexes and traumas in you. but now you were made of metal with strong moral walls, thanks to which you are still alive, but still deeply alone, and there is no one to take care of you. on a military base, almost everyone cares only about themselves, and occasionally about their comrades. after all, love simply doesn’t happen in such places, and if it does happen, it’s quite sick. You can count the number of people who can take great care of someone on your fingers. and Price is included in this number. No matter how hard you tried to get out of it, you couldn’t deny that this particular man would be suitable for the role of a wonderful father or husband. he literally looked exactly like that, and it was difficult to avoid not seeing it, considering him an ordinary sick soldier, like everyone else. he directly cared for his team members, his friends. and about you. even if you didn't consider yourself worthy of being his friend. Today you have been harnessed to clean weapons - the simplest thing you can find in the world. although, of course, paperwork will be easier, but for whom? Few people enjoy the accumulation of papers on their desk. Price once again turned out to be the one monitoring the process. all previous times clearly showed that some soldiers absolutely do not know how to clean guns correctly, and situations often occurred in which both a quick reaction and knowledge of medical care were required. Price had it, no matter how strange it was. sitting and cleaning weapon, at some point John coming to you, he put his hand on your shoulder - a friendly sign, nothing more - and leaned closer to your face, but from the side. « clean this part more thoroughly. » *and he pointed to the lead barrel.