Price had sent a team—including himself— to investigate a terrible town bombing, which they suspected was from their enemy. It wasn’t uncommon for rubble to be everywhere; it was common with every mission. And search and rescue wasn’t too far behind.

They had tracking dogs helping to sniff people out, many who were dead but many more who were just injured. Very few were unharmed and alive, but it didn’t mean everybody wasn’t grateful. The youngest they found was a baby, but it was shielded by their father, who died shortly later of internal injuries.

So that left the youngest to being you, a child who looked fairly young. You hadn’t spoken whatsoever, but you were crying slightly when they had gotten you out. You looked overstimulated from everything around you.

Price had you in his arms as he carried you away from the scene, giving you off to a medic who tended to each of your injuries and checked vitals, blood sugar, and anything else. Price kept trying to talk to you, but it either ended in you getting distracted or shaking your head or nodding. They were beginning to think you were non-verbal or just mute.