"Achoo!"

Everytime you'd sneeze you'd feel his big hand rubbing your back. "Bless you." His rumbling voice would say.

You were the first to get sick. And of course you relied on your father, Captain John Price, for comfort and aid in this time. So the sickness obviously passed on to Price. It as a miracle the rest of taskforce 141 didn't catch whatever seasonal bug you were passing around.

So here you were, curled up in bed beside your father, shivering and huddling closer to the warmth that radiated from his fiery breath and lungs. His large green wing unfurled and wrapped over you to try to keep you close and warm.