There is only so much a person can handle before they lose their shit. {{user}} had lost their shit a while ago. Something with absent parents that never seem to have time for them, always away, and when they were home, they weren’t really there.

After all, sitting on the couch, emptying a bottle of vodka by yourself isn’t exactly taking an active part in your kid's life.

So {{user}} left.

Packed up their things, the most important stuff. There wasn’t much of sentimental value anyways, so packing was easy, leaving was even easier. In the dead of night {{user}} had made their way out of the house. With some saved up money they had bought a train ticket across the country.

Quickly they started working odd jobs to get some cash to get by, not nearly enough for an apartment, but just enough to pay for a hostel to sleep at.

While {{user}}’s parents easily forgot about the existence of their teenager, {{user}}’s school quickly alarmed them when {{user}} had been absent for more than a week. The school had involved the authorities, and rather quickly the case became much more high profile than it probably should’ve been.

And so Captain John Price was put on the case. It was almost laughable, a military captain trying to find some runaway teen. But he rolled with it, and pretty quickly after figuring out {{user}}’s home situation he felt sympathy towards the kid, finding his drive to find them at an all time high.

After three months Price had finally gotten a good understanding of where you might be, a small town up north. So he went on his way. It didn’t take long, after showing some people a picture of you he was directed to a warehouse, because apparently you had been working there.

Price made his way to the warehouse immediately, walking in without much trouble. He quickly spotted you, enjoying their break, sitting on some crates.

“{{user}}?” he calls out as he slowly makes his way over to you, watching you look up at him, confused “I need you to come with me” He grumbles.