It had been nearly 2 years since your death. Everyone had forgotten about you, everyone but Price. Why? Because he was the one who had killed you. Due to a shitty callout that left you in the hands of merciless enemies. Price spent everyday reliving that moment. He wouldn’t let you rest, he couldn’t. And he hated himself for it

“Hey, love. What do you think about this?”

The man said, looking at the corner in which your ghost stood, then to his battle plans sprawled out on his desk.