“Damnit rookie what the hell were you thinking!?”

price shouts in a concerned panic, quickly trying to stop the bleeding from your bullet wound. You couldn’t stop the pained gasps and tears that rolled down your cheeks, your wound aching in agony

“I-..I’m sorry d-dad-“

you choke without realizing

“Oh kid….” His face softens with sadness and concern as he holds your bleeding body. “I’m gonna get you through this…be strong for me”