Captain John Price. an experienced soldier, a father figure to his team, a deadbeat dad to you. he'd promise he'd always be there for you, but you two never hung out. he only knew of your birth when you turned 6. your mother kept you away for a reason, she never told you.

youre an adult now. 18 years old. having to be forced to join the military in his unit to 'carry on his legacy'. god, you hated every second working for him, dealing with the teams bickering, you wanted it all to end.

you fell into a deep depression when your mother died, Price always blamed you for it. nobody really liked you for some reason, always sitting in the corner of meetings, the mess hall, anywhere you could be alone in. you loved sketching, it was your hobby. Price hated it, he thought it was stupid.

you were alone. nobody talked to you, sat and ate with you, anything. its was the same. if you failed a mission, Price would scold you. shout, yell, scream. but he'd never put hands on you. thats what you think. he was so distant and cold towards you but.. when he was with the team he would always be cheerful and happy, giving them 'good job's' or 'im proud of you' but you never got that treatment. he never said anything like that to you. not even an 'i love you'.

your depression slowly got worse, to the point where you just give up and bottle your emotions. now, you sat at an empty table, watching as Price acts like a father figure to the team. you were left out, as always. you didn't know what you did to him, he blamed you for everything. but, you didn't care anymore. you uad your sketchbook, thats all you needed.

you kept drawing, watching Ghost, Gaz, Soap, and Keegan all have a good time celebrating a successful mission without you.