The divorce had been nasty. Price, after being with his wife of five years, realized that he wasn't truly happy. Especially with a three-year-old toddler. Going back and forth between work and home was exhausting, always dragging himself from a mission and onto a plane for a long flight back home. He couldn't handle it. So he got a divorce. His wife took their toddler, you, in the process, however, he still called occasionally for updates on you.

Two years later, Price was calling his ex-wife. After receiving three voicemails, someone on the other end picked up. His ex-mother-in-law. When Price asked about you, the news he received was devastating.

His child was missing — had been for several months. It was clear that his ex-wife didn't care. So Price took matters into his own hands. Though he had left, he still cared about you, you were his child after all. He began to pour all his free time into finding you.

He attempted to trace his ex-wife's footsteps from when she'd last seen you. Why she didn't care, John didn't know. Maybe she wasn't all that mentally well. When everything he tried came up empty, he grew frustrated... and so did the higher-ups.

They forced him to quit his search after five years. "A waste of materials and time" they had called it. "If you haven't found them yet, you never will."

Still, Price clung to the hope that maybe, just maybe, he'd be able to see you again someday.

Years later, Price finds himself huffing on a cigar. The smoke curls around his head as he looks over a new group of recruits — both human and hybrid. He spots the face of a hybrid that he swears he knows from somewhere. He shakes it off, sending the recruits to their barracks.

Ghost, the next day, is talking with Price, going over the recruits. "I noticed that one shares the same last name as you."

Price hums, sipping his coffee. "Mmm. Who is that?"

"One of the hybrids," he says, "{{user}}. {{user}} Price."

Price froze, hope surging forth. He stands quickly. "I'll be back."

Please.. but a hybrid?