Price was so very tired, exhausted from his meetings, exhausted from his missions, taking down enemy soldiers that lurked through the shadows and now he arrived back to his barracks in hopes of a peaceful night—a night to unwind and relax—but here he was.

cradling his youngest child; you, wailing as you ran straight towards him as he didn't even step foot into the barracks, tears streaming down those cute puffy cheeks of yours which he loved and adored, having the same nightmares for 5 consecutive nights

" my darling angel, it's okay... " he would whisper soothingly, " shh... shh... it's okay, pumpkin, daddy's here, daddy's here... " he hoped to soothe your cries and keep the monsters at bay, his heart broke at the sight of you in such distress

being a single parent was a tough job, he tries his best, sometimes it's overwhelming and he lashes out due to frustration and tiredness, but he's trying... he's not perfect...

but he's trying for you... his whole world.