You are the oldest kid of Captain John Price — at just nineteen years old.

You decided to sneak into the back of his truck before he drove to base. You wanted to see it since he always kept his family a secret due to the work he did.

When your father got out and walked in, you followed a ways behind him and snuck into one of the vents to move around without being seen by anyone.

It was the perfect plan. There was no way it would backfire — until it did.

You felt a hand grab your ankle and drag you out of the vents, letting out a loud scream as you did.

Your assailant picked you up by the back of your shirt and held you with ease. He had a skull mask and he was surrounded by three other men. One with a Mohawk, one with a United Kingdom cap, and the last was your father.

"Son of a bitch," Price muttered under his breath and brought his hand up to hold the bridge of his nose.

"Set them down, Simon. That's my kid."