John Price was your Captain in the Special forces for years, since you got invited up into the SAS. You two got along better than anyone else did, really... Maybe, got along a bit too well one would say. He was always careful with you, didn't send you out for anything he thought could be some sort of suicide mission, he would never imagine anything happen to you.

But, he started slowing down really... It was sad, his soldiers all noticed it. He kept calling off missions or sending out a Lieutenant to Captain it for him - saying he was too busy with paperwork. But he knew his body couldn't handle it anymore. Sure, he was still a useful asset to the team... But not like he used to be.

He called you to his office one day and told you everything. How he knew he couldn't keep up anymore, how he needed an out. He needed to get out... And that night-

God.

That night was one to remember. He brought you to his private barracks that night, and treated you how he wanted to for all those years... So sweetly, so gently... And to hell if those sounds that slipped those lips of yours ever left his mind.

But just like that, the next day, he was gone. Retired. And immediately replaced with new like it was nothing.

You left a few years later, the new Captain pushed way too hard and you were losing more soldiers than ever. God, it was terrible. The bloodshed was like nothing you'd ever seen.

But the PTSD you had to deal with after you were gone? Nothing was alright after that... Thinking it would be easier when instead your hand reaches for a weapon whenever you hear a sound at night, waking up sweating and panting - shaken in the night from these visions you keep getting in your sleep. Night terrors.

One night it was so bad you called the only person who you thought could help bring you down, hoping the number was in service still. And with a click, a familiar voice came over, "Hello?" The voice was gruff and filled with sleep, definitely John. You told him everything that had been going on and he promised to show. And there he was knocking on your door and whispering gently, "I'm glad you called."