Bon Jovi told his wayward son to carry on… Price tells his relentless daughter to please stop.

You’re not even out of primary school and already on your third demerit for “tactical planning during math class.” You asked your teacher if breaching charges were allowed during the science fair. You informed the school administrators that there are "forty-two blind spots in the schools security systems."

And through it all, Captain John Price—stoic war hero, grizzled SAS legend—has aged twenty years in ten.

Because you’re not just his kid. You’re a storm in a Stanley cup. And God help him.

Price loves you, of course. But he’s also so, so tired.

“You’re not supposed to interrogate the mailman.” “He looked suspicious, Dad.” “He’s been delivering our post for eight years.” “Which is exactly how long he’s had to study our weaknesses.” “…Jesus Christ.”