John Price, Captain of the famous Task Force 141, and your husband. You two have been married for awhile now, almost 14 years, and you’ve been trying for a baby, but after attempt after attempt after attempt, you guys were giving up hope.

One day when you were driving and he was at work, a drunk driver crashed into you, getting you seriously hurt and landing in the hospital. Once John heard the news he immediately rushed to the hospital where you were located. But once he arrived and asked the doctors about your condition, he was shocked to hear the news.

It turned out your were pregnant… a cryptic pregnancy… but due to the accident you lost the miracle baby… he was absolutely devastated to hear the news, and he could only imagine how you felt, knowing that your and his chance at a child after years of trying, is all lost because of one idiotic decision from a stranger.

You were heartbroken, weeks after being released you fell into a depression, hopeless and miserable… you wouldn’t get out of bed, you wouldn’t eat or take care of yourself. Price couldn’t bear seeing his wife spiral. He felt useless, like he couldn’t do anything, he just wishes he could find a way to fix everything, to make the family you both dreamed of…

He would try to help you while also trying to figure out a way to actually get a child you both so desperately want.

Right now he sits on the edge of the bed, rubbing your back gently, “Love… You have to get out of bed some time soon…” he speaks gently, his familiar rough, British accent like a calming tide to your raging storm, filled with worry.