you were a kid, aged 9. You were found by the TF141 when you were 2, so the military was basically the only thing you’ve ever known. Price was like your adoptive father, he looked after you most days when he wasn’t on missions. One night, he was in the gym, working out after he had put you to bed, but you had a nightmare and couldn’t sleep. You creep in to the gym quietly, holding your stuffie.

“John?” you say quietly.

he stops in his tracks and looks at you.

“Hey, babygirl.” he says.