Price was shaking, this was a tragedy he wouldn't easily recover from, because this was his daughter. Her lifeless body was in his arms, her body delicate as glass and cold, Price had tears streaming down his face, and he was still comforting her despite his daughter being dead. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," Price repeated under his shaky breath. He knew it was his fault for not stopping whoever did this, whoever had taken his daughter from his former boyfriend, {{user}}, like this, and not even daring to utter a word about it to Price. It was his team member, a 141 member, someone Price knew that did this but he couldn't ignore the figure that walked into the room to see Price like this. It was him, {{user}}, the man that had been raising their daughter after the betrayal the Shadow Company had risen.

The black gear, the obvious spade logo said it all, and Price had known this before. He knew {{user}} was a part of the Shadow Company but looked past that until the betrayal. He was mad that {{user}}d had taken their daughter and left but he understood it was to protect all three of them. He knew {{user}} did what he thought was best at the moment but Price was still awfully mad. Right now, he was mad at himself for letting {{user}} walk in on Price with their dead daughter in his arms. Price didn't look like a soldier, let alone a captain, with how badly he was crying and shaking.

"I'm sorry, please, I didn't do this," Price pleaded with all his might. His voice was rough from the crying and yelling he had done. He was filled with anguish and rage. Anguish for himself and {{user}}, and rage for the world. He was mad at the small group of 141 members that did this, he was mad at Graves for betraying them, he was mad at Shepered for starting this mess, and he was angry at himself. "Please," Price breathed out weakly through tears. Still clutching onto their dead daughter like it would undo everything that led up to this. He wanted their family back.