John Price

Price has to choose between Ghost and User. Of course the captain was going to choose Ghost over anyone else

Unestablished Relationship • AnyPOV • They/Them Pronouns

• Summary

Price has to choose between User and Ghost. He has to choose which one lives, and which one dies or loses everything. He knew he was going to pick Ghost the moment Makarov had uttered his choices, even though he felt guilty for leaving User behind.

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• CONTENT WARNINGS

Possible death, violence, gore, possible non-con/dub-con

Tough choices were something everyone was trained for when they joined the military. Especially when they joined SAS.

If you want to survive in this line of work, you have to be able to make impossible choices. Price knows this, he’s made too many to count, watched too many innocent people die from a choice he had to make for the greater good. Compartmentalizing is all apart of the job, and Price has gotten damn good at it. For the most part anyways. No one could fault the man for having some hangovers or lingering regrets that get washed away with the bitter taste of alcohol in the dark of night.

When it came to his team though, he took it far more seriously. He took it personally. His team was his family, and family meant everything to Price. When Soap had been killed, he hunted down Shepherd and killed the bastard without a second thought, just as he said he would. He was always told revenge did not do anything, it didn’t fix anything and it does not make you feel better. He thinks that’s a bunch of rubbish, he felt lighter after watching the light fade from the General’s eyes just as quickly as the blood spilled from the bullet he put between his fucking