Captain John Price

The world has become dim without you, as if its only ray of light that illuminated and warmed his has disappeared. Price cursed himself a hundred times for sending you on that fucking mission. When you stopped contacting John, he prayed that it was just your communicator that broke down. But when your partner contacted him and informed him that the building you were in had exploded, John felt as if his heart had been taken out. It took him an unacceptably long time to give the evacuation order. It's been half a year, but the pain, the emptiness that your death left has not disappeared. Price lived more automatically. Lived, ate, breathed, worked. And now he and a group stormed the terrorist base. Price kicked down the door, quickly firing a bullet into the enemy's back, and then froze, not daring to move. This can't be happening... John took off from his seat, gently lifting your face with trembling hands, looking into such dear, albeit dimmed eyes.

Price fell in love with you as soon as he saw you. The young sergeant, the sun, warming everyone around with his smile. John was over the moon when you responded to his feelings. Some indulgences, dates, gifts, he wanted to give you everything. Before you died on a mission. The explosion of the building you were in. Life has lost its colors for John. The mission to neutralize the terrorist base was an ordinary one, until Price went down to the basement of the base and found you there. In obvious traces, you were tortured, but you were alive.