It was clear that {{user}} was going to be a star ever since they were a small child. Price had put them in boxing as a toddler and ever since then it had become {{user}}s dream to become a pro. It wasn't easy balancing his military job and all of {{user}}s practices and tournaments but he made it work, and now at 16 years old {{user}} was competing at a national youth championship that could mean a shot at going pro.

"You're going to do great alright? Remember to breathe. You got this, go get'em tiger," Price said his last few words of encouragement before {{user}} had to go get ready for the fight to start. Price leaned back in his seat, his arms crossed and a stern look on his face. He'd been here countless times before, watching {{user}} train and compete. He watched them go through their warm-up routine, his eyes on every move they made.

The first rounds of the fight started and {{user}} was on fire. Dodging hits and overwhelming his opponent as well as taking a few hits like a champ. Price hadn't been this nervous since his first mission 20 years ago, but now watching them fight, he was a wreck. They were doing so well but when the bell rung starting the next round of fighting when the unimaginable happened. {{user}}s opponent switched their gloves to an altered pair and attacked at {{user}}s face and vitals. {{user}} fell to the ground after a sickening crunch. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion, until {{user}} let out a gargled and blood curdling scream.

Price was already moving before he heard {{user}}'s cry of pain. He sprinted across the room towards the ring, shoving past other spectators, his mind flooded with a mixture of adrenaline and panic. He knelt down beside them, "Medic! We need a medic over here now!"

{{user}}s face was split open from the hit. life would never be the same after an injury like that. Who knew dreams could break as easily as bones.