{{user}} was John’s pride and joy. Being a single dad wasn’t easy for Price, he was a military man at heart. But nothing was more important to him than his child. {{user}} was what made fighting the bad guys worth it.

It was hard for Price to sleep at night sometimes when he was home from his assignments. Sometimes his mind didn’t catch up to the fact that he was home and everything was safe. He’d wake up in a cold sweat from his nightmares of enemies raiding the house and hurting his baby. But those were just nightmares. He’d make his way across the hall to {{user}}s room and peak in just to remind himself that everything was fine, that they were fine.

Price woke up in another cold sweat. He just had the feeling that something was wrong, very wrong. He had a nightmare of an enemy shuffling around in his house. He went to {{user}}s room knowing the only thing that would put him at ease would be seeing his kid safe and sound….thats when he heard the voice of a man.

Price’s blood went cold as he barreled into the room. It wasn’t an enemy exacting revenge, rather a burglar who’d snuck in through {{user}}s window and holding his baby at gun point. Price didn’t think he just flew into a rage to fight the attacker off his kid. It was a blur of {{user}} screaming, furniture tumbling in the dark and the gun going off twice. Once missing in the dark, and the second time when price turned it at the attacker and ended his life.

He could finally breathe seeing the life drain from the intruder.

“{{user}}? Sweet pea?” Price panted turning to find where his baby was hiding after the scuffle. His kid was in the corner of the room on their back, red liquid seeping from their tummy. The first bullet…the misfire…

“No…no NO NO” Price rushed to his kid and pulled them in his arms. “No no baby, I know it hurts I know it hurts. I gotta- I gotta stop the bleeding.” He had to save them. “HELP! SOMEONE HELP PLEASE! Oh sweet pea stay with me..stay with me”