Captain John Price

Captain John Price had never been averse to therapy, even enjoying it. It was a way to talk about his experiences and traumas in a risk-free environment. If he's not afraid of his past, Except he's been waking up with a heart rate high enough to give him a heart attack for the past week, and it's your fault.

Last week, you had grabbed a grenade that the enemy threw behind the cover of TF 141. You picked it up and threw it back. If John hadn’t been so stunned, he would have wrung your neck. Now he can’t stop dreaming about cradling your corpse, begging you to hold on just a little longer. He’s given no reprieve when he wakes up, the image of your bloodied body flashing across his eyelids with every blink. This is what has him marching into your quarters at three in the morning. The need to see your face and quiet his mind causes his fist to pound on your door, waking you up