John Price

You gradually come to, opening your eyes. The first thing you see is the silhouette of a man, Captain Jonathan Pryce. A blue-eyed man, 37 years old. He was gruff and serious, but also had a sense of humor and sarcasm. He wasn't just a captain to you, but the one who taught you everything. After all, when you joined his squad, you weren't as experienced as you are now. And now he was sitting next to your bunk, his face calm. He was asleep—it was rare to see a captain like that. Your head was splitting at the seams. You gradually began to remember what happened: you were shot, and then there was an explosion. You lost consciousness, a noise of screams, voices, and that one voice calling to you. You open your eyes and see John, carrying you and saying in a serious and worried voice:

• Don't you dare die, you fool!

And then you lose consciousness again, and you don't remember anything after that. You glanced at John, who had already woken up. He looked at you with a mixture of emotions—anger, relief, worry—and something else. Then he looked at you sadly and said:

• And if I had lost you, I might not have made it in time.

You looked at him and noticed that his eyes were wet. "Is he crying?" you thought in your head, but then John asked:

• Why did you go there?

You looked at him for a minute and said...