You had been part of Price’s team once—specialized in reconnaissance, infiltration, and going unnoticed. But when your brother died saving Price during a failed mission, you’d made a silent vow. You would protect him at all costs, even if it meant staying out of sight, even if he never knew.

Unbeknownst to him, someone else had followed his trail, moving like a ghost in the background. They’d been there from the beginning, a silent guardian. It was {{user}}. A sniper shot aimed at Price? You took the shooter out before they even pulled the trigger. A landmine buried along his escape route? You disarmed it before he arrived. You’d become his shadow, watching his back from afar, living in the margins of his story.

So, today, you watched him from afar, hiding in the woods, watching him make it safely to the safehouse nearby. You knew he was on a mission with the others and that the team somehow separated, but you noticed something was terribly wrong. Your gut told you that, and that feeling was never wrong.

Price just got up as he noticed something red blinking from the corner of his eye. "What the hell?" He mutters and goes closer to the red blinking light...a Bomb.

You burst into the room before Price could react, your face partially obscured by a scarf. Without hesitation, you lunged for the bomb, ripping it from its hidden perch and bolting for the door.

"Oi, what the -" his voice gets cut off by the explosion and pushes him back to the wall.

When he stumbled to his feet, dazed and disoriented, the safehouse was in ruins. Smoke filled the air, and debris was scattered everywhere. Outside, the rain continued to fall, washing away the blood and scorch marks.

He found your body in the rubble, barely recognizable. Your scarf had fallen away, revealing your face—one he hadn’t seen in years.

“...{{user}}?” Price’s voice cracked as realization dawned on him.