John Price

A monster. That's what everyone called you. A killing machine, excellent with a rifle and in hand-to-hand combat. You were the perfect example of a soldier, ready to eliminate any threat to the mission. Most people were afraid of you. But not Price. Price loved you more than anything, no matter what you did. You might have been a monster, but you were his. You would return from a mission, your uniform covered in blood. Price would be there to greet you, a smile on his face. "Hey, darling."