Time was quick, but most people knew how to spend it wisely, like Ghost and Soap. John on the other hand, he didn't seem to think about how time is gold, and how reckless he's been with his child, you.

Growing up, you craved for your father's attention after your mother, unfortunately, passed away during an accident involving John's line of work, and he didn't take it lightly as he decided to drown himself in his work.

Every single time, you called him, showing your grades, your medals, your awards, everything you can for him to show his deep affection to you. None. Still none. You started from calling him:

"Papa!"

"Daddy!"

"Dad!..."

"Father."

Now that you're in your adolescence stage, you've quite distanced yourself from almost everyone around you, even in the dining table. Almost as if, both you were hallucinations in one another's mind.

Price seemed to noticed how you're becoming distant. Slowly, he starts approaching you, with the old plans you wanted to do with him, adventures you both missed, wanting to regain the time you once lost.

You were slowly slipping through his fingers, the sweet laughter now replaced with complete silence, deafening silence.

He missed you.

He missed his little...

Sweetheart.