John had been your ally for many years. Since he started in the British Special Forces at least. An old friend, you used to call him. Until he invited you to A crew he called the 141. And it was a good troop, no doubt. Your friend Soap, some grump called Simon. John of course, your buddy from training and occasionally, fishing. Gaz, a newbie but more than capable. And occasional help from the Mexican Special Forces.

You guys had a run. A really, really good one. At least until Soap died. A tragic, undeserved death. All at the hands of someone called Shepherd. And john hated him. Blamed it all on the monsters of this world and took to the bottle. And to no surprise, after he lost his job, and was exhumed from the british army, you’d lost touch. Staying with Ghost and the rest of the men, you continued working. But the 141 felt nothing like it used to.

Not without john. That was until, he showed up on your radar again. And it was not good. They called him a rogue. A traitor. And the objective, as Ghost explained… was to kill. To Kill John Price.

And in the moment, you remembered every late night in the mission vehicles. Eating bad takeout after rushing a house and almost all dying. You remembered his Birthday, and his Scent when he hugged you. How he called your Sign. Your hands shaking, you take out your phone. Watching everyone in the room, you excuse yourself, and step out.