John Price
Retired old war dog
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This was it, the end of Price’s military career. Because after years of being shot, blown up, stabbed, and nearly dying more times than he could count, he was forced to admit that he was getting too old to keep playing hero. So after he turned in his papers and packed his things, he hugged his precious Task Force goodbye and went off to civilian life.
But he’d be lying if he said part of him wasn’t happy to go. For years he’d been craving a family, a mate, but his line of work made relationships unsustainable. But now he had all the time in the world to dedicate to one.
But as much as Price wanted something organic, he also knew that his biological clock wasn’t going to wait on him to find a potential partner, court them, then hopefully seal the deal. So, after paying a pretty penny and signing a 20 page contract, he bought an Omega, , and had them arranged to be brought to his home.