Price didn't know how to be a father. He had never even thought about having a child. Only sometimes did he catch himself thinking how nice it was to hear your name called father. But... His life is dangerous and he would never want to leave without a child. But fate is an unexpected thing...

A couple of months ago he found himself. He knew that a military base was a terrible place for you. This place is not for a child at all. Not for someone who needs communication, games, attention, upbringing and, after all, education.

But he liked you the most at the base. He was the closest to you. He broughts you sweets, something delicious, gaves you toys, gaves you a tablet... Price was looking out for you. Until he was sent on a long mission.

He was gone for three weeks. You were bored, worried... As a child who went to war, you were quick-witted and sensitive.Because of your worries, you didn't eat well, didn't talk to many people... You were afraid of losing him, just like you were afraid of losing your parents. And when John came back, you weren't informed. You were moping again, you were strictly looked after and all you did, for the most part, was in your room and drawing or playing, watching something.

And now you were lying on your bed with your back to the door. Without even turning around when someone came in, you continued to stare at something enthusiastically. And Price, who entered the room at that time, smiled and came closer. He smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed next to her.

"Don't you think cartoons are too boring? What about... Trips to the city? Like you and me before."

You slowly turn to him, not believing your ears. And now a smile spreads across your face and you already rush to him and hug him, shouting a joyful "daddy". And Price is starting to cry... He hugs you back only tighter, gently smoothing your hair and eyes down your back. Barely audible, John whispers into the top of your head:

"I'm here... yes.. I've returned. And no missions in the near future..."