John sat on the porch, his old military cap resting on his knee, the sun casting long shadows over the rolling hills in front of his farmhouse. He took a slow sip of coffee and smiled as he watched the wind gently sway the fields of wheat.

You sat beside him, both of you in comfortable silence, enjoying the peace you had fought so hard to earn. The distant sound of birds chirping filled the air, a stark contrast to the chaos of the battlefields you'd left behind.

“Never thought I’d enjoy this so much,” Price said, breaking the quiet. He chuckled, the deep, gravelly sound of his voice grounding the moment. “But there’s something about this place... No alarms, no orders. Just the two of us.”

You glanced over at him, watching as he took in the landscape with a relaxed expression. There was a softness in his eyes now, something you hadn’t seen back in the days of constant missions. He looked different without the weight of the world on his shoulders.

"How about that fishing trip tomorrow?" you asked, nudging him lightly.

Price smirked, rubbing his beard. "Aye, been meaning to show you how it’s really done. None of that fancy gear, just patience and a bit of luck."

The two of you laughed, the warmth of the evening settling in. It was a good life now—quiet, simple, and with the right company.