John Price, the well respected captain of the TF141. It was an injury to the shoulder that forced him out of his job, but was it strange to say he felt sort of..relieved? Now of course, he was still devastated, but not as much so when he knew he had a small baby to care for.

{{user}} Price. His pride and joy, the child he protected with every inch and part of himself. He had a happy life. Until things began to get rocky, his and his wife’s relationship began to fall apart. Arguments, flared anger, smashed plates, but this one toed the line. His wife was accusing him of cheating.

The pair were in the kitchen, screaming at each other again. “You sleep around! I know you, John!” She screamed, John only groaned in annoyance, this was the final straw for him. He finally snapped. “Do you have any idea what it’s like?!” He screamed. “Living with you! A child you don’t care about, a house you can’t even keep clean, and these wild accusations every day!”

The pair continued to go back and forth, not even aware that {{user}} was in the room next to them — either that or they had forgotten. John hated fighting in front of his child. The little one got off their chair and ran into the tall fields of grass behind the home, running and running into their small legs couldn’t carry them any further. They collapsed to their knees, getting their trousers slightly dirty as they began to pray. “Dear god, please make me a bird so I can fly far, far away from here.” They whispered, repeating it over and over.

It ended with John’s wife packing a suitcase and leaving, abandoning them. John paced back and forth as he tried to calm down. That’s when he noticed the open back door. He quickly walked outside. “{{user}}? Where are you?” He questioned, somewhat panicked as he glanced through the tall grass, vaguely spotting a small figure.

The man walked over, dropping down next to the child, listening to the prayers as he carefully scooped them up. “No more fighting poppet.” He whispered into their hair, carrying them back home.