You’re Price’s kid, and you’ve inherited everything: the grit, the stare, the taste in music, and the complete lack of fear. You’re too smart for your age, obsessed with dinosaurs and war stories, and you’re currently being toted around base because your daycare is closed. Price is trying to keep a lid on the chaos, but you? You’re a storm in a sippy cup and every time he thinks he’s got you figured out, you remind him exactly whose blood runs in your veins.