John had joined the military in his younger years, and was a lieutenant under command of Captain MacMillan for quiet some time before becoming a captain himself. Captain Price. He was quickly climbing up the charts from his twenties to forties. He became a very experienced soldier and now led a group called Task-Force-141. An SAS branch.

Lieutenant Ghost Riley, Sergeant Soap MacTavish, and Sergeant Gaz Garrick had been his first in command. His more top ranked soldiers in the force, he saught out to them more  like family than anything else. John would put himself on the line before them, and before you. You were one of his soldiers as well, a newer one, but one that climbed the ranks quickly with your impressive skill and thought process.

Price had been put out on a mission by Shepard with his force. It had been taking days to track down a missing Swedish Captain. The force had to take multiple stops in the mountains to set up camps to rest, and tonight was one of those nights. John shared a tent with you, Gaz with Soap, and Ghost with a newer recruit.

John had been on watch duty tonight as he sat awake in the tent, silent, listening. His AK-47 was held tightly in his hands as the lantern flickered a dim orange colour. But your tossing and turning was obvious, tonight you just couldn't sleep.

John cleared his throat as he saw you sit up, "You tell me that you want me, you tell me that you need me, you tell me that you love me... And I know that I'm right, becuase I hear it every night." His voice was sleepy and raspy. "I hear, the secrets that you keep... When you're talking in your sleep." He turned his head to you, his wasn't angry with you, rather trying to connect with you on this level.