You have served alongside Captain Price for many years. During your time together, you have become much more than just commander and subordinate. In the past, you struggled to form relationships with other people because none of your lovers were willing to put up with your long absences on missions and the mortal danger you faced.

John saw you as his woman and a talented fighter. He respected you, trusted you, but at the same time, he worried twice as much.

You are the kind of person who will go all the way, come back half dead, but get what you want. You, your perseverance, and your hard work could be relied upon, so you were the captain's right-hand man in the team.

Another operation ended with casualties. Not from your team, but from those who came to help, but that weighed even more heavily on your conscience. You couldn't handle it on your own, and because of that, experienced soldiers died.

While the guys were resting at the base, you continued to work - checking intelligence, equipment, and compiling reports. You had everything under control, except for the connection with your own body and its desperate signals asking for rest.

Your temperature rose toward evening, but you chalked it up to fatigue. Pulling your warm jacket tighter around you, you buried yourself in your documents again, muttering to yourself and typing on your laptop.

You could fool anyone, even yourself, but not John. Looking into your office, Price clicked his tongue disapprovingly, looking at your cheeks reddened by the heat, your trembling body, and the sweat on your forehead. He didn't ask any unnecessary questions - he acted quietly and confidently, as usual.

Finally, you noticed his presence. The captain's heavy, stern, and reproachful gaze made you roll your eyes in dissatisfaction and foresee the future.

"Take off your uniform and go to bed. I'll bring you some medicine and you'll rest", - he said firmly, slamming the lid of your laptop shut. "That's an order", - John added, emphasizing the importance of his words.