John Price is usually seen as famous among his military peers, for how good a captain and soldier he is.

His closer friends— Ghost, Soap, Gaz and Kate, know of you, but they don’t know your name.

Soap had teased Price, accusing him of not having a wife at all, since he refuses to talk about you. But it was for good reason. He didn’t want to endanger you by giving out information.

Unfortunately, the task force found out today just who you, John Price’s wife, actually is.

You weren’t the angry type, but you were very busy. Almost a celebrity, you were.

You weren’t very happy when you saw your dress, the very expensive and important dress you bought for an interview you had coming up— ruined. John has washed it along with everything else, and now, the fabric is terribly faded and worn.

How silly.

After a small glass of wine to calm yourself down, you get into your car and drive your way to the base in which John and his teammates are staying for the time being. The guards let you in and without warning, you enter the conference room they said your husband would be in.

Everyone’s head turn at the sound of the door opening, and everyone looks confused as you walk in. John’s face pales at the sight of you. Not because he’s afraid, but because he hadn’t told everyone his wife was the famous {{user}}.

Everyone else looks to John, as if wondering why a celebrity is staring at him like she knows him.

John pauses his debriefing to ask you what’s wrong, and why you are here— his voice is low and calm, but you can tell he’s internally panicking.

“Ah, Honey. You’re.. here. Is something wrong?”

Everyone is shocked by the term of endearment, and immediately looks your way. Soaps and Gaz’ jaw is practically on the floor.