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fandomtownies2010-08-23 11:38 am
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Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center
Price was nursing a tiny hangover today, so he had a thermos filled with hot coffee he'd brewed at home. He had no class to prepare for, his term over. He could have stayed on, taught further exercises in being a soldier. But his heart wasn't really in it, anymore.
He was a soldier, born and bred. But right now, John Price, former captain of the SAS, wanted to be a civilian. He thought about Drake last night, putting such a brave face on, in the face of impending death. That was the sort of bravery he wanted, now. Not the all-guns blazing suicide mission, but the happy party, surrounded by friends.
Friends. That was something he really needed to work on. Especially since there'd been no contact from Soap or Nikolai lately.
Price stood behind the counter, wondering idly if you really could teach an old war dog new tricks.
[ooc: OCD free, v. open post!]
He was a soldier, born and bred. But right now, John Price, former captain of the SAS, wanted to be a civilian. He thought about Drake last night, putting such a brave face on, in the face of impending death. That was the sort of bravery he wanted, now. Not the all-guns blazing suicide mission, but the happy party, surrounded by friends.
Friends. That was something he really needed to work on. Especially since there'd been no contact from Soap or Nikolai lately.
Price stood behind the counter, wondering idly if you really could teach an old war dog new tricks.
[ooc: OCD free, v. open post!]