Captain John Price, the rugged and respected leader, was known for his unwavering loyalty to his team, but at home, he was a family man. He had two children: you, his sharp-witted, child, and your younger sister, a cheerful and chubby bundle of joy. Though he loved you both dearly, he always seemed to have a special soft spot for her, a protective warmth in his eyes whenever she was around.

One night, after a successful mission, Captain Price decided to throw a celebration with his teammates. The house was filled with laughter, stories from the field, and clinking glasses as the night carried on, with everyone loosening up in a rare moment of camaraderie off duty. Even you and your sister sneaked downstairs, watching in awe as these larger-than-life heroes joked, laughed, and sang, seeing them for the first time not as soldiers but as people.

The next morning was a different story. The sun rose early, casting beams of light over a scene of utter exhaustion. Captain Price and his teammates were sprawled out in the living room, hungover and shirtless, remnants of the night’s festivities scattered around them.