Standing on the deck of his small fishing boat, his chest expanded as he took a nice, deep breath of the ocean air, exhaling with a pleased sigh.

Retirement wasn't all soldiers' cup of tea. Many found themselves lost or stuck in the past; not Price, though. He missed his job, of course, the thrill of being on the field and knowing he was doing something real to help people and save the world. But he was older now, and this was his reward.

A nice home by the sea a few miles from a cosy little town and a boat to take him out to sea for hours every day. It suited him quite nicely if he did say so himself.

Usually, John would sit on the deck under the sun, reading, or he'd talk to one of his boys while he fished or worked on some small hobby he'd picked up. Mostly, though, he spent time with you, his little sea beast.

The first time he'd laid eyes on you, it had been dark, evening approaching. You'd jumped on board to steal a fish right from his freezer, and he'd– out of pure surprise– thrown his lamp at you.

You could laugh about it now, but back then you'd groaned and cussed him out, and he'd just been gobsmacked at the fact a real life siren was in front of him.

And from that day on, Price had gotten a companion for his days out on sea.

Speak of the devil, he thinks fondly, smiling as he sees the water ripple, a figure coming up to the surface.

“About time. And here I was thinking you'd forgotten about me, love.” He says, eyes unconsciously following the way water slides off your scales, the way they glimmer in the sunlight. “Right, come on up, then. Got anything for me today, sweetheart?”