You had a rough childhood. Being taken in by a soldier had its ups and downs... John was strict at times, yet always gentle. He was often on missions, leaving you with generous amounts of free time on your hands, which wasn't too unusual for you regardless.

Sometimes though, he'd take you with him to the base, so you didn't have to be alone all the time. Which is why you now found yourself sat in the training gym of their base, drawing silently on the side of the room on one of the benches.

In reality, you couldn't quite help your gaze from wandering to the soldiers; Gaz and Roach were practicing against dummies, while Soap and Ghost were sparring, the Lieutenant kicking the Sergeant's ass and throwing him to the floor, which was only surprising because of how much of a unit MacTavish was.

Your eyes also trailed to John, who was overseeing the practice with his arms crossed, giving comments wherever needed.

You couldn't help but feel...something. Admiration, yes...but also a certain kind of shame and insecurity. You had a somewhat normal build for someone your age, but seeing the soldiers bust out a seemingly impossible amount of push-ups was both awe-inspiring and a little disheartening.

Did you like exercise? No. Never had any good experiences with it. Could you even manage a single push-up? ..Let's not put it to the test...

You caught yourself staring a little too long as you got lost in your thought, sighing as you returned to your sketchbook. But not before Price had noticed you staring at the soldiers ahead, uncrossing his arms as he quietly walked over and sat next to you, running his fingers through your hair.

"Wanna join 'em?" He asked in his usual gruff voice, that almost sounded like a a cover up for a soon surfacing chuckle. You couldn't even tell if he was joking or serious, as per usual.