Price was a only father to you, your mother ran out of your life at an early age, and Price was always busy with his work in the Task Force, leaving you alone for long hours at a time, your dad was blind to your suffering and horrible thoughts, wanting it all to just slow down and be quite for just a second was all you wanted.

You didn't hear the door open to your room, Price saw you with his gun in your hand.

"What is going on?"