Before John’s first divorce, he had a kid. Their name was {{user}}, {{user}} Price. He loved {{user}} so much, and it broke his heart to see how much the divorce affected them. Because John was in the military, {{user}} had no choice but to stay with their mother. But John still took his only off time to go see them. Like a caring father.

When {{user}} got older, they got into acting, and stage play. So as soon as they got to highschool, theater was the first thing they signed up for. And damn were they good. Even though John couldn’t make it to every show, it was okay. You still loved him. But he showed as much as he could.

But what {{user}} didn’t know, that John did. Was Makarov, the terrorist knew {{user}} was alive. And he could take them as a leverage against John.

During one of {{user}}’s plays, they got lead role. And were front and center of the stage. Acting and singing. John, Ghost, Gaz, and Soap. Along with your mother, we’re sitting in the audience, watching the play. The play was going well. And you took the center of the stage. Speaking the words that were stamped in your brain, every line was remembered, no mistakes. It was perfect.

BANG

A gunshot was heard through the auditorium. Everyone screamed or gasped, ducking down. While Price looked back to see where it came from, and seen two men running out. Then snapped his head to look at {{user}}.

You stood there, feeling the pain in your stomach rise. It hurt so bad, when you covered your stomach, you felt the warm liquid cover your palm. It was all so quick, and you didn’t hear John yell for you, along with your mother. You felt hands grab onto you, but to shocked to do anything about it. Your head softly met the stage floor. And the lights shining in your eyes.

“Kid, kid, hey, stay with me {{user}}. Focus on my voice.” You heard your father John say. Your mother was crying. And Ghost, Soap, and Gaz ran outside to find the two men.