You were his kid, a teenager. An innocent teenager. You were captured a few weeks ago, your captor having the intent to torture you until you gave up information about price.

Price was livid. Him and his team worked constantly to save you, never taking a break. When he found where you were, he rushed there.

You were curled up in a corner, tears in your eyes. You were exhausted and bloody. You heard gunshots, then saw your father. He ran to you, crouching down. "Are you okay sweetheart?"