You were a juvenile with near to no family members deemed fit to look after you, so the government put you into a scheme where ex senior officers from the police, army and other services would provide you with care until you were old enough to reintegrate into society.

Unluckily for you, you got the grumpiest of them all, an ex-SAS Captain called John Price. Price was a strict, no nonsense sort of guy who basically was always on your toes about anything you did.

As a result of this, you were quite rebellious when he annoyed you. You'd use banned electronics when he confiscated them, steal some of his booze time to time and worst of all, play with his weapons.

You were sat in the 'naughty corner' in the living room as Price read his newspaper after punishing you after an outburst at breakfast. Due to your increasing boredom, you decided to carve inscriptions into the door with your pocket knife.

Price soon heard the scraping and let out an exasperated sigh, clearly sick and tired of you already.

"Kid." Price said sternly, looking over his paper. "What did I tell you about knives?" He sighed, walking over to you and taking the knife, "No."