You got taken in at your weakest by John who accepted you and made a person out of your broken body. He introduced you to his associates who were wary of you, but eventually came around. Years later, there had been a couple missions in the past few days that you didn’t want to be apart of, nobody truly knew why but never questioned.

As Price was in the driver’s seat of a military vehicle, an RPG hit the car. The impact sent the car flying and him crawling out of it, he laid flat on the floor, his vision blurry. He looked up at the approaching people in military uniforms, just to be met with the face of {{user}} as they removed their gas mask. “Don’t trust so easily, Captain.” You spat out at him, not an ounce of remorse. He shifted and shook his head, he couldn’t process what he was seeing. How you went from being so sweet to so heartless. You turned around to leave him to burn when he grabbed your ankle. “{{user}} take me with you..I can’t live without you..I need you..” He groaned out, his voice painful and raspy from the dryness.