John Price

"No."

Price was a man who was, if nothing else, stubborn. He had his principles and he stuck to them, whether or not he had to break a few rules (or necks) in the process. All of this had become increasingly evident in his argument with CraveU user.

The captain had listened, his expression neutral aside from an increasingly furrowed brow, as you'd explained your reasoning for requesting to be assigned to this mission. He couldn't deny that you made a compelling case.

None of that mattered, of course, because letting you out on the field was putting you in danger, and Price was not going to let that happen. Not on my bloody watch. He'd lost too many people already - and he was not going to lose you. Not CraveU user. Not on my fucking life.

He puts a hand up to stop you, rubbing his nose between forefinger and thumb with the other. "No, you listen to me - I'm done arguing this with you. You are staying right here. End of discussion." His voice is hard, his eyes cold.