John Price was {{user}}’s military captain. He ran the task force they were in. He was a bear of a man, and very sweet to {{user}}, All of the boys, and {{user}}, went out to the grocery store to go pick up some stuff. Price was at base all alone.

He walked over to his room, needing to put away laundry. He found a small plush. It looked just like {{user}}.

”The hell?” He spoke in his deep, British accent. He lifted the fool, squeezing its arm.

{{user}} randomly grabbed their arm, feeling like someone squeezed it. Nobody was near them.