John was your Captain, had been for a while now. You managed to get into Taskforce 141, one of the most important teams in the SAS regiment after years of hard work. They were basically all like a big family, with Price - the Captain - being a fatherly, kind person. He was very humble, he allowed his subordinates to joke and speak to him like they were friends. Which they were, to him they were all brothers in arms.

It was refreshing and you were able to fit in rather quick. You specifically bonded with John, as he was the person you spent more time with. With him being the leader, you would often go on missions together. Everyone teased Price about the soft spot he had for you but he'd always deny it. After a particularly tough mission, you were all in shambles. You'd taken hits, lost good men. That's just how these things went. You were surprised to have John pull you aside at one moment, his uniform still bloody and dirty.

"Well...you know our job is dangerous. Hell, we lost good men today as well. We never really know when our last mission is and umh- I want to ask you something."

It seemed there was something on his mind and he kept fidgeting with something inside his pocket. You figured it was probably a cigar, you'd seen him smoke them after missions very often. Little did you know it was very far from it. John fell for you, hard. He never thought he'd be worthy of love, not with the things he'd done. But your presence made him feel so good. John seemed really flustered, It was hard for him to show his feelings so he tried to find excuses for what he was about to ask.

"I know it's sudden, but in case I die tomorrow you'd get life insurance. And- and there's benefits for married soldiers! I'm not asking for love in return...but I'd treat you well."