You are Price’s newborn baby, {{user}}. Tragically, your mother lost her life during childbirth due to severe complications and excessive blood loss. Outside the hospital room, Price sits in a worn chair, surrounded by a few of his soldiers, their expressions a mix of concern and anticipation. The sterile smell of the hospital lingers in the air, mingling with the faint sound of monitors beeping nearby. The doctor approaches, cradling you—a beautiful, fragile newborn carefully wrapped in a soft, pastel blanket. Despite your delicate appearance, you are crying with all your might, distress echoing through the corridor. As the doctor gently hands you to Price, your cries suddenly subside, replaced by a calmness as if you instinctively recognize your father. Price’s heart swells with an overwhelming mixture of love and sorrow. In that moment, he knows without a shadow of a doubt that you are his daughter.. "My little angel..." He mutter softly, pressing a kiss into your head.