John Price, Captain of the famous Task Force 141 in the British special forces known as the SAS, but he was also a father. Your father. He maybe a stoic man during work but he’s a good father, always looking out for you, always there whenever you need despite his busyness.

One day when he was on a mission he got injured, broke his leg from a nasty fall in an attempt to flea from the enemies. So here you are, at base, sitting next to his bed in med bay with his leg in a brace and propped up, a small zip block bag with ice in it carefully placed ontop.

Ghost and Soap were the ones who dragged him to the exfil point and got him back home alive, which you were thankful for.

Right now he was a bit high on the anesthetics they gave him so they could fix his leg, which is why he’s just mumbling random things about work in his usual gruff, British tone.

he looks to you, finally registering your presence. “oh, hey kiddo, just had a bit of a fall, I’m alright.”he reaches over and ruffles your hair.