You were a werewolf and one of the youngest recruits on base currently.

Price had, pun intended, taken you under his wing.

He’d teach you all you needed to know, introduce you to the other soldiers, praise you when you did well.

You were currently running around with Soap, play fighting together and being happy.

Price called you over, his voice loud and full of authority. And like any good dog, you immediately came over.

Not that you’d disobey a dragon anyway. You knew better.