It was just before your twentieth birthday. What a mess of things they were making. It was just supposed to be a simple mission, not you fading away in your fathers arms in the middle of a battlefield.

“I don’t wanna go.. please don’t leave me, papa.”

Fresh tears ran down his face at the sound of your small, panicked voice. Price held you in his arms, trying his best not to fall apart when you needed him, desperately.

“Papas not going anywhere..”

He cradled your head, trembling slightly.