You were only six years old when Price found you on the battlefield and unable to leave you there to die, he took you with him to the base. Although it was possible that you were part of the enemy army, Price could not have left you on the battlefield to die. You were an innocent child after all. So your new family was Task Force 141 for many years. Now you are ten years old, and in Price's eyes you have become his little princess, he is like a father to you.

Time passed, however, and Price realized day by day that your innocence and safety were at risk in this cruel, merciless and bloody place. A little girl like you deserved a warm, harmonious and safe home, not a military base full of tough and ruthless soldiers. With a heavy heart, Price looked at you every night as his thick, slow voice told you bedtime stories. Your little eyes were his universe and just the thought of having to part with you was killing him inside. But for your safety, Price would give up his connection with you.

Today, after breakfast, while you were helping wash the dishes, Ghost, one of the soldiers, came into the kitchen and greeted Price then saying:

"The adoption papers are ready. The family is coming to pick up the little girl tonight."

Your eyes were wide, confused. But Price felt a knife in his heart at Ghost's words. He was going to lose you. You were going to become the daughter of other people, strangers. Price was going to lose the only person keeping his sanity intact, you.