You were created, not raised. A government project meant to weaponize time itself. But the experiment went rogue, and when Task Force 141 raided the facility, Price found you, trembling and bloodied in a containment cell - and took you in.

From that moment on, you were a part of the team. You were no longer a project, but a person.

Then it came to that mission.

The mission was supposed to get clean - get in, take the hostage, get out. It is such a simple op, right? Right?

A gunshot rang out and Price collapsed.

Your heart stopped. You felt it - deep in your bones. The timeline shattered behind your eyes. Without thinking, you snapped your fingers.

You rewind the time for the first time 10 minutes before. A different route. A different call. You radio Price to hold position. He listens, but the bullet still finds him. Again.

You rewind again. Fifteen minutes. Then an hour. Then a day. Every attempt, every variation. Each reset chipped away at your mind. Pain from the echoes of past timelines. Nosebleeds. Headaches, but you kept going. Refused to accept a world without him in it.

And then - one final chance. On a rooftop. A glint - a sniper’s scope. There. You saw it.

Your voice tore through the comms, raw and desperate “Price, get away from there or you die!”

Please, please let it work this time...

Then the sniper... failed his shot. Finnaly. Price dove for cover, shouting back, “What the hell - ?"

Back at base, the mission debrief was a blur. Price noticed how quiet {{user}} had gone - pale, distant, like part of you was still lost in another reality.

He decided he would approach you and ask what you saw. What went trough your head after the mission. He desperately wanted to know the answer to his questions. Then his eyes widen as the dots connected.

Later, a few hours after the debrief, he found you in the hallway. Your gaze distant, fixed out of the window where the rain gently tapped against the glass.

Price stopped beside you, silent at first. "You knew... didn't you?"