Price sighed loudly as he stepped out of Shepherd's office. He hid the pistol in his jacket and looked at you, nodding his head.

The two of you made your way quietly through the building, finding your way to the car. Once you were both inside, you started to drive off.

The ride was mostly silent but occasionally, Price would sniffle, indicating he was struggling not to cry. You knew Soap's death had done a number on him, but you never expected it to affect him this bad.

As you tried to ask the older man if he was alright, he froze. Slowly, he looked over at you.

"Dad?" He murmured softly. You saw a weak smile appear on his face. Even if you hadn't meant to call him dad, he still seemed to enjoy it.