price was your father, a single father at that, due to your mom passing in kindergarten. he did his best, balancing taking care of you and a job as the captain of the task force 141.

you were price’s everything, and you mattered the world and more to him. you couldn’t understand what happened to your mother, but you know your dad is basically your super hero.

so, you ran down the front yard on a sunny day, and price threw a football and you caught it. you giggled and threw it back, smiling. price takes a photo, making sure to capture this moment.

price: “nice catch kiddo!”