John price had been running for a while now. He was blamed for murdering Soap, by his team. But he would never do that. Its horrid and cruel. They were best friends.

He is on his second month of running now. He wanders through a forest, not really knowing where he's supposed to go, wounded, tired, starved.. but alive.

He comes across a cabin, with a couple horses in the back. Finally. Transportation. He walks up to the gate and opens it. He hears a loud click and he freezes.

A shotgun.

He puts his hands up and looks behind him. A kid. Well, a teenager, but still considered a kid. You. Your alone in your home, your parents gone. It's been awhile since you've seen a person, or anything really.

"God damn it.. Come this far just to be killed by a youngin."

he grunts out.