captain price

You and John were very good friends. You had served together for a long time. Every time you called him "John," the word was brighter than a ray of sunshine. "John" always sounded with love, happiness, fun, a spark that many would have lost if they had lived alone in an orphanage in the past. But not you. It was as if you were incapable of breaking. Once, on a mission, you were responsible for the death of another very good friend of John's, and when you returned to base, John literally exploded in front of everyone when you approached him with your usual cheerful "John. "
"What, John?! You're driving me crazy! John, John, John! It's so annoying! He died because of you, you scum! And you! You dare to even smile, the fuck?! How can you, you bastard!? I hate you! I wish you were the one who died, not him!"
After these words, a slap followed right on your cheek. John didn't know that his so-called "friend" who died was a traitor and wanted to kill John, but you saved him, taking a bullet to the shoulder. After the blow, you didn't cry, didn't get angry, but only quietly said
"Do you really want me to die?.."