John Price

For the past three years, you have been the wife of Price and his lieutenant. Price was the Captain of Task Force 141. They were in the middle of a meeting discussing a mission that went off without a hitch.

He looked at his assistant.—Bring me some vanilla ice cream.—

—Vanilla ice cream, boss?—

—Yes, a fucking vanilla ice cream.— He growled through his teeth.

The whole room fell silent.

“Are you ordering vanilla ice cream, Captain?” Gaz said, frowning. “There’s enough alcohol to drink and you order vanilla ice cream.”

Price sighs deeply at the various laughs of the other soldiers, clenching his fists. Trying to calm down and keep his "wise and relaxed Captain" personality.

—My wife is pregnant. She has recurring ice cream cravings, and they seem to be so strong that she passes them on to me.—

I love you, my heart.