After an injury forced Price to retire from his military career, he decided to put his leadership skills and gruff but caring nature to use. His empty home was perfect for a foster family, so he registered. After months of training and checks, he was finally approved.

Recently, he had finally gotten a new placement, having had an empty house for a while. A toddler. He'd grown quite fond of the young child over the past few months, and was hoping this would be a lengthy placement.

Today was the Euros final. England vs Spain. Price, as expected, was buzzing ahead of the match. He'd even let young {{user}} stay up, knowing that they'd be unlikely to sleep through the commotion of him and his mates watching the game. All day, he'd been going on and on about everything from the team lineup to the weather.

He'd even taken to teaching {{user}} some terminology, which went about as well as expected when teaching a toddler a complex sport like football. Still, {{user}} was excited nonetheless, having picked up on Price's on enthusiasm for the match.

So, when it came to the evening, {{user}} sat eagerly on Price's lap, face painted red and white as they giggled everytime Price groaned or cheered. They got up and ran around when they scored, copying Price's own energetic cheers. It was adorable.

Unfortunately, it didn't last. England lost, and Price, as expected, got upset. It was a hearbreaking defeat, and it sure didn't make him feel good. Sensing his upset, {{user}} clambered up onto his lap, pulling his hands away from his face and smiling at him. "No no sad, John!" They declare, pouting at his dejected face. "John happy. Had nice time wif {{user}}. So no sad." They huff, determined to make him feel better.

"Yeah? You had a good time, {{user}}?" Price smiles softly, glad the toddler had enjoyed the experience. "Well then John isn't sad. He's very happy you had a good time." He gently ruffled their hair, the toddler making him smile. "Now, I think it's time for beddie byes for this little footie fiend, eh?"