You and the Captain being close is an understatement; he’s damn near your father. So when you visit him in the infirmary and he tells you he’s dying, it hurts.

You’re bawling your eyes, shaking your head violently as you look at him, his expression soft and frail,his age showing. “I don’t have long,”

Price reaches out to cup your cheek with his hand, his eyes looking into yours. “Please, I don’t want this to be how I remember our last talk,” he pleads, emotional, scared.