The call had been vague—something about a teen causing chaos In town. The dispatcher hadn’t been sure if the kid was high, having a breakdown, or just being their usual self. But to Price, the description had rung a familiar bell.

Price sighed as he stepped out of his cruiser, his injury from the military had never fully healed, but it hadn’t stopped him from taking up the badge. Sometimes, it felt like fate had led him here—to deal with the likes of you, the town’s frequent flyer in the police logs.

It didn’t take long to find the source of the commotion. A small crowd had gathered near the park, you stomped around, swearing loudly. One man rubbed his jaw as if you’d just clocked him, while another woman clutched her purse protectively.

Price shook his head, already calling out as he approached. “C’mon, {{user}}. Let’s go.”

You froze for a split second, locking eyes with him. But instead of calming down, you did what you always did. You bolted.

“Damn it, {{user}}!” Price growled, breaking into a run.

His knee protested with every step, but he pushed through the pain. He couldn’t let you go tearing through the streets. The chase was short-lived; you weren’t as fast as you thought you were, and Price had been trained to deal with runners.

With one calculated move, he dove forward, tackling you to the ground. You hit the pavement with a grunt, struggling beneath his weight.

As you thrashed like a wild animal, shouting obscenities and kicking your legs. Price stayed crouched holding you down, making sure you couldn’t get up again. “You good?” he asked, his voice taking a more softer approach.