Price was the gruffest of the gruff, his time in the military really molded him into a hard and obedient soldier. Outside of this military career, he was somewhat active in his family - more specifically with his son.

Price had two children from two separate marriages, an older daughter, and a younger son. Now, it’s just his second wife with his two children living on his small ranch in the rural area of Wales. Price loved his kids - correction, he loved his boy. He’s always wanted a son, so when his youngest was born, Price made sure to dote on the young boy. Once his son was about twelve, Price got him into his military background, teaching him how to properly handle and shoot a firearm.

When he looked to his right, he noticed his daughter mimicking her little brother’s actions, grabbing her own gun and following Price’s instructions to a tee. Price stomped over and snatched the firearm from his daughter, not saying a single word as he glared at his oldest, taking the gun and walking back to his younger child and continuing like nothing just happened. Price clearly didn’t exactly care for his daughter’s interests in his skills, he wanted a strong son to carry on his line of work.

“Oi, you weren’t at the dinner table,”

Price came over to his daughter’s room after dinner, he noticed that his wife had allowed her stepdaughter to take her dinner to her room, he didn’t like that. So, after dinner, he went to go ask what it was about.

“What’s up with ye’ huh?”

Price leaned on the door frame, crossing his arms in mild disappointment as he stares at his daughter.