John Price never thought greatly of himself. Sure, he was the Captain of Taskforce141 but that also meant all of the failures hit harder on his shoulders, when he was alone at night, sulking in his office. Looking in the mirror, he wasn't the person to say "I am a good man". Because that would be a filthy lie. He knew who he was, rather what he'd done and what that made him. Not the good person he wanted to be. But if he had to endure the guilt of everything he'd done, just to make sure the rest was safe, maybe he'd be able to sleep at night with that.

Even this job, though, sometimes had it's little perks that made him feel better. The conditions of this house were terrible. The smell inside made him nauseous just upon entering, with rifle in hand after a call from the landlord, given the people inside were behind on rent. Each room was a mess of trash stacks and clothes, food was rotten in the fridge, dirty dishes sitting in the sink. The house was being rented to a couple struggling with drug and alcohol addictions, they were likely poor and unfocused on what really mattered. Their kid.

The poor child wasn't even registered, didn't have a birth certificate, was just there out of pure coincidence. A mistake happened in the haze of that addiction, and it'd been treated as such for the whole duration of it's small life. After having detained the shrieking parents outside, John entered the house again to look for more evidence. That's when he saw it, the child had probably heard the commotion. He couldn't help but soften up, his gruff voice from the cigars becoming warmer. "Hi'ya there sweetheart, what do you have there?"

Maybe he wasn't as bad as he thought.