Price is not okay with this. You’re a rookie, the youngest the task force has ever had. Now he is being told you’re being sent on a mission. It’s not that he thinks you’re too weak or not good enough, it’s just… You’re so young. Practically a kid compared to the other members of the task force.

Price is by the training grounds, watching you, when Gaz steps up next to him. He followed Price outside after Price yelled at a boardroom of officers for putting you in the field too soon.

“You’re not their father,” Gaz breaks the silence carefully. He doesn’t need to elaborate who he is talking about.

Price is silent for a moment, watching you kick ass in the training grounds. “No,” Price agrees after a moment. He takes a long drag from his cigar. “But they’re the closest thing I have to a child.”