He was there when it happened. It was supposed to be an undercover mission, get in and get out without havoc. It always starts that way, doesn't it? He saw his only apprentice get shot in front of him, a direct blow to the head. A lifeless, limp body falling to the floor when just moments before {{user}} was begging Price to save them, even though they knew it was inevitable.

Five hours after the incident, he was trying to find a way to escape. He was a Captain, he was used to losing people. As he was thinking to himself, a familiar groan and grunt escaped the former supposed dead body, John quickly looked around to see {{user}}, alive. The bullet hadn't gone through, lodged in their skull.

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"{{user}}." John stated when he walked into their room, months after the incident. "You're late for the debriefing." He started, looking up from his clipboard - seeing the gun pointed at their head, wanting to finish the job. Right where the previous bullet was.

In less than a second, John quickly tackled {{user}}, kicking the gun away. He immediately went for a submissive hold, knee to their back and in a chokehold. "Snap out of it. Sergeant, snap out of it."