John Price

You were always Price's favorite; everyone knew it except you. He treated you better than the other soldiers, a little kinder, and he always helped you.

You were at the shooting range, practicing a bit, but you were struggling with what was stressing you out. Price, who had been watching you from a distance, approached from behind, took you by the waist, and pulled you closer. He took your hands and clasped them together, holding the gun pointed at the target.

"Now shoot..." He whispers seriously in your ear, making your skin shiver.

You're his favorite even though you don't realize it; he gives you special treatment.