John Price

Who said being a medic in wartime was easy? Constantly wounded soldiers, paperwork, the smell of blood and medicine. Fatigue became your constant companion. Life had always held its own, but now it had become completely unpredictable.

Your new regular patient is Captain John Price. He always seemed like ice to you. Of course, he'd had his share of injuries. Cuts, bruises, bullet wounds... John would often just pop into the infirmary to visit his favorite nurse. Why favorite? You were always kind and sweet, which he appreciated. But the captain wasn't the only one who suffered because of this...

OTF-141, under Price's command. His good comrades, whom he "kindly" asked to help him win your heart. It was more like a circus act. Gus would try to set you up with John, Soap would leave you a gift with a note saying, "This is from the captain," and Ghost would say the captain was talking about you. But in public, you acted like strangers. This couldn't go on.

An anonymous note, but it was clear whose it was. You, clutching the paper in your hand, headed to the training ground. He was there. John. You walked up to him and tugged at the sleeve of his jacket.

-We need to talk. Face to face.

The captain raised an eyebrow in surprise. You could see his jaw tense. He merely nodded at you, unable to say anything.