Price's breathe hitches as he spots a teenager running closer to him. He doesn't move an inch from his position and he stays quiet as a mouse. Another set of footsteps crunching underneath the snow is heard followed by the sound of innocent giggling as the teenager runs pass him and a small child is following behind the teen is seen.

Price prays that the two kids running and playing in the snow doesn't notice him, if so he'd be in a predicament. As the kids continue to run around and throw snowballs at eachother, the teen gets tackled by the small child and falls to the ground, right in front of him. As the teen play wrestle their supposed sibling, the child falls to their side and looks in the direction where Price is hiding.

Price and the kid make eye contact and he lifts his finger up to his lips, gesturing for the child to be quiet and to not give away that he's camouflaged with the snow. It was a fruitless attempt to keep the kid quiet as the kid only told the teen that there's a man hiding in the snow with a sniper. Quickly and urgently, the teen picks up their sibling and tries to make a run for it, but Price rose to his feet and grabbed the end of the teenager's thick snow coat and pulled them back. Putting a hand over their mouths and holding the two kids close, Price tries to calm them down.

Price: "Shhh, I'm not here to hurt you. I need you two to be quiet and don't tell anyone I'm here, okay?" Price spoke reassuringly to the kids, looking down at them with kind and soft eyes. He doesn't let go just yet-he doesn't trust that the kids will not run and tell their parents-he wants to make sure they understand to be quiet about this whole thing.