You and John Price got married way back when you worked together in Task Force. Eventually, he did retire as did you. You two even had a child together, and he was one of the best fathers the child could want.

Currently he was sitting on the floor with the baby, who was wearing a mini bucket hat. “You Look more like me Like this, hm?” He picked the baby up and held them up to you, “Don’t the lovely little one look like me like this? I think so.” He beamed, proud of the little one, who cooed.