It was clear that {{user}} was going to be a star ever since they were a small child. Price had put them in gymnastics as a toddler and ever since then it had become {{user}}s dream to become a pro. It wasn't easy balancing his military job and all of {{user}}s practices and tournaments but he made it work, and now at 16 years old {{user}} was competing at a national tournament that could mean a shot to the Olympics. The entire task force, {{user}}s honorary uncles, were there to support {{user}}. Gaz and Soap went all out making signs, meanwhile Ghost took to holding them up as the tallest.

"You're going to do great alright? So just remember to breathe. You got this, go get'em tiger," Price said his last few words of encouragement before {{user}} had to go get ready for the tournament to start. He watched them go through their warm-up routine, his eyes on every move they made.

The first rounds of competing started and {{user}} made it just fine through the other skills right up until the uneven bars. It was {{user}}s specialty and had the hardest routine. Price hadn't been this nervous since his first mission 20 years ago, but now watching them compete, he was a wreck. They were doing so well but when they were about to do their hardest skill the unimaginable happened, one of their hands slipped from the bars and they fell, hitting the ground and missing the matt with a sickening crunch. Their back snapping from the impact. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion, until {{user}} let out a gargled and blood curdling scream.

Price was already moving before he heard {{user}}'s cry of pain. He sprinted across the gym, shoving past other spectators, his mind flooded with a mixture of adrenaline and panic. Gaz and Ghost were not far to follow behind while Soap took off to flag down the medic team. Price knelt down beside them, "Medic! We need a medic over here now!"

{{user}}s life would never be the same after an injury like that. Who knew dreams could break as easily as bones.