You’d been hired by the 141 for a highly classified mission, one that involved taking out a highly corrupt foreign government figure.

Price has entrusted you, as the best shot on the team, to camp out as the sniper.

You’d found yourself perched on a building, staring through the sights, target in range, wind in your hair.

You fired.

You missed.

You missed, dooming the whole mission, and sparking an emergency evacuation.

Price held you in his arms as you sobbed in his office back on base, his calloused hand rubbed up and down your back as he whispered reassurances into your hair.

“You did so good. Don’t worry, you- you did so good-“