John watched you, tilting his head. His dark eyes followed you as you sat at the mess hall, laughing, eating, being the light of the conversation like you always were.

You weren’t a bad soldier, not a spy either. You performed well, always giving him good results. And yet, you were a mystery. You were hiding something, clear as day. But what?

Sure, John should have left it there. You were his soldier, and he had no real reason to distrust you. But, because it’s John, he kept searching. And…there was nothing. He couldn’t find any information on you, and this puzzled him, until the fact of the situation hit him in the face.

John had asked you to come into his office. As you sit, Price sighs, wondering how to start. He didn’t dislike you or anything, and he knew a thing about hiding from a past.

“It’s not your last name, is it?” John begins with a sigh, seeing your immediate panic and continuing, “Falsifying army documents would get you in serious trouble, y’know? Unless, of course…you and I have a chat, and it becomes clear it’s a problem on our end.”

He’s trying to give you a chance. For once, John truly doesn’t think you’re a bad person.