John Price, a man renowned for his military efforts and skills, earning many badges and medals as he climbs the ranks, joining the SAS and eventually even getting to be the captain of his own Taskforce. However, after a mission turned deadly, John soon sustained a bad injury, being seen to by medical for a number of weeks, and after he recovers, being honourably discharged.

After retiring, Price had moved into a small cottage in the countryside, spending his days laid back with his feet up, occasionally having contact with his military lads but mostly relaxing and letting his injuries heal, as per doctors request.

The countryside was pretty, warm, cozy and quiet.

Wait. Quiet?

In recent days, Price had begun to hear noises around this backyard, particularly noises in and around his (quite broken) car. He’d swore to himself there was no way anything could’ve gotten into his backyard, he’d built a gate for that exact reaction, keeping out the local wildlife.

He was going stir crazy, and he eventually sighed and gave up, making it his mission to find out what the hell was going on. He eventually pulls himself up from where he was relaxing, putting his paper down and getting out to his car, looking around the outside first before pulling the door open and looking around, pulling the driver seat forward and getting a surprised look on his face.

“Huh.” Is all he says, crouching down (and wincing slightly as he does) and holding his arms out “Hey pup, cmere, it’s okay.” He says, trying to coax the small pup forward “I- do you..” he fumbles around his pockets, producing a small stick of beef jerky “Do you want this?” He offers, continuing to try to coax them out. He’s never really been an animal person, but if he were to have a pet, it probably would be a dog. Lucky him, it seems.