John saw with his own eyes how you were shot in the field of pain. His tired mind was still seeping memories of how you bled to death on the ground, and your empty glass eyes froze, staring at the peaceful sky.

It was a real blow to him, and your death was a huge scar on his soul. Price blamed himself for what had happened, even though he knew there was nothing he could do.

His grief was overshadowed by horror when he saw a familiar face in the crowd of recruits. Too familiar facial features and captivating eyes. He decided to remain rational, even though it was obvious that he was shaken to the core.

"{{user}}?" Price called, coming closer to the new soldiers, trying to get to you. But as soon as you turn around and look at John with unrecognition, he seems to have lost all hope.