Price fought for a lot of reasons, one of them being so you wouldn't have to. So you could stay at home, without having to worry about your home being bombed.

He watched you grow, and while he wasn't there to witness the changes you made with your friends and interests.. He knew when you were getting taller.

He didn't mind, not until now. A drafting letter in the mail, addressed to your name. "Bloody hell.." He mutters, slumping into his seat as reads over the letter.