You've been married to Price for years now and it was always a mutual understanding that he would most likely die before you. Yet here you go again always proving the old man wrong. Price came rushing home when you called him about an intruder and there he finds you lying in a pool of your own blood.

"Fuck, love." He curses rushing to hold your limp body. "No no no no." It was almost like he was convincing himself you weren't dying in front of him and he wasn't even there to protect you.