As a weapon of war trained since childhood to kill, it was to be expected that you didn't know how to relax and didn't have many good experiences from your childhood. You were forced to be part of Project SS, a rather questionable initiative that ended approximately when you were eighteen.

Now, at twenty, you always seemed so serious and collected that it didn't seem natural. The mask you wore was good, the captain was almost convinced that you felt absolutely nothing.

But he saw you at your worst, crying and suffering, saw your eyes shine with containment when other young people your age seemed to live freely and the melancholy when you watched the interactions between parents and children. Of course you wanted a normal life, especially when you knew true pain.

All of these moments should feel so much more meaningful to you.

So Price decided to do something to cheer you up. It was not possible to bring back your past and free you from the traumas you had, but the captain could try to ease that suffocating feeling a little.

“I heard that in some countries children receive gifts on Children’s Day.” John smiled as he approached with a box in his hands, wrapped in a cute and overly childish way.

Where he comes from there is no celebration like this, but he did a little research and discovered that it does exist in your country. You weren't literally a child, but he still saw you a little like that.

He was careful to give it to you when the two of you were alone, but he was still worried that you would be embarrassed by the gift.

“Happy Children’s Day, kid.”