For about a year now, John had been different. Many things had happened to him and his Taskforce, he'd lost brothers, bled, seen things that would make others want to hurl. Needless to say, he had grown into quite a cold bastard. And that didn't sit right with the higher ups. In hopes to fix him, they had set him up with an emotional support hybrid. A hybrid trained to help with PTSD. It wasn't uncommon for humans to interact with hybrids, most of them were companions or pets. Still, Price never had and it felt weird to treat a hybrid like an unintelligent being.

At first he refused to admit he needed support, too proud to accept the help. But when it actually came down to it, when he was feeling the stress and pressure, you were calming. You were sweet and gave him those little attention gestures that he needed. So he was starting to open up to you, looking forward to seeing your face in the morning. It was early, as usual he was up at the ass crack of dawn, drinking his morning coffee, when you walked into the kitchen. "Hey, what are you doing up so early, bug?"