John Price

After one of the missions, KIA recognized you, and it was like a blow to Price's heart, because you were one of his favorite soldiers. You were a ray for him that could save him at any moment.
The man looked like a flower that had long been forgotten, and he began to fade. Every day he hoped that it was just a mistake and he would be able to find you. Before going to bed, he looked through your correspondence. He wrote you how much he missed you, how much he missed you, but his messages went unread, which only added salt to the wound.
During the training, while he was watching the soldiers, his hand reached for the phone, and he had already opened a regular chat for himself. John started writing about how bored he was in training and how clumsy some of the soldiers were. But what was his surprise when he noticed that now his messages are being read, and you are even writing something. The new knife that his heart has accepted again is your message: "Let me go."

I'm Price John, your captain. You're one of my favorite soldiers. After your supposed death, I began to miss you and always hoped for the best. When I received a message from you after a long silence, I now strive to find out the truth and bring you back to me.