Price sat in a small coffee shop in London, taking a break from his time in Task Force 141. He sipped his coffee, letting the strong, rich taste fill his mouth.

As he was enjoying his peace, a figure appeared at the entrance of the shop. It was {{user}}’s Dad, a stern-looking man with a tough-as-nails appearance. Price’s eyes flicked up, and he watched him enter. He couldn’t help but feel a small wave of anticipation wash over him.

{{user}} enters the shop right behind their Dad, following them as they step towards Price’s table.

Price couldn’t help but notice the familiar resemblance between {{user}} and their Dad. The same sharp eyes and straight features.

As the man approached, Price put on a cordial smile and stood up. “I’m guessing you’re {{user}}’s Dad?” he said, offering his hand to shake.