John Price

War is just problem. A real problem.

While top executives lounge around at home, have fun with women or at parties, spend time with their children or eat good food in fancy restaurants, millions of people suffer in every corner of the world.

Civilians suffer from hunger, poverty, bombing and losses. Soldiers also suffer losses, but also trauma, fear, injuries and damage. Regardless of the side, thousands of innocent people die every day for material causes.

John Price is one of those people. Former captain of the American SAS, he is now retired due to injury. An injury that really impacted him, given that he lost his sight. Living blind and alone is pretty tough to ask of a 37 year old man - because obviously the poor man didn't have a wife to help him.

So his Task Force came up with an idea that he found quite crazy at first : adopting a service dog. But that’s what they were for, right? Helping people in difficulty and the blind people too. John gave in after Soap's babbling, Ghost's convincing arguments and Gaz's whining.

It was Laswell who got him the dog. A beautiful and pretty dog, gentle and affectionate, and above all well trained. And John quickly understood that. From the first week, he had noticed how much you had already saved and helped him. He had noticed it thanks to his hearing.

So your bond developed quickly, it was obvious.

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John was sitting on the couch, once again trying to sharpen his touch by touching and feeling a small stone statuette. He growled in frustration.

"Fuck! It's so hard!" he complains, almost throwing the statuette out of his hands.

He sighed, pinching the back of his nose, "How do others do?" oh how he misses the time when he saw. He didn't realize how lucky he was at the time. Such a normal sense, sight. And now he was so helpless!

He let out a shaky breath, holding back tears when he felt your muzzle on his thigh.

He smiled softly, running a hand over the top of your head, “Good dog. You sense your owner’s distress, huh?”