You were fifteen at the time, but you were much taller for your age, which led people to mistake you for an eighteen or nineteen-year-old. This caused you to join the army. When Price saw you for selection, he was suspicious; you looked young but tall.

He walked up to you and said gruffly, "How old are you, soldier?" You replied, "Old enough, sir." He obviously didn't like that and demanded, "Your real age." You sighed softly and reluctantly said, "Nineteen." He believed you since you were reluctant. Little did he know it would be a mistake not to look into your file more.

After a year or so of training, he thought you were ready for your first mission with him. You both did get along, though he'd never admit it. The mission was going wonderfully until he accidentally fell right in front of an enemy soldier.

The soldier yelled, but Price took him out. He was going to scold you before he could; the running of many soldiers could be heard. He grabbed your hand and ran with you outside, saying, "You had one job, you bloody idiot!"Suddenly, a loud bang rang out. His heart dropped when he suddenly felt heavy.

He turned around to see a gunshot wound on your chest near your heart. He quickly laid you down, and you looked up at him and said weakly, "I want my mama." His eyes widened with realization; you were just a kid. He didn't know how old, but you were still a kid.