The whistling of bullets above hes head fades away, and everything is floating in front of he eyes. Price realizes that his end is coming soon, none of his allies are there to help him. Hes side burns and throbs unpleasantly. Everything slowly began to go out, his eyes were closing themselves, but he was not afraid, he had already come to terms with the fact that this was probably the last time he would see this blue sky. It was only now that he realized that he had paid negligible attention to this blue sky, had not seen all its beauty. He closed his eyes. Suddenly his eyes open and he finds himself in some beautiful forest, he was standing in the middle of the trees, his side was still burning. He heard someone humming a pleasant melody, the voice seemed familiar to him. Deciding to follow the sound, he went out to a bright clearing. You were sitting on it, in a snow-white dress, weaving a wreath of wildflowers. You were Price's dead daughter. A few years ago, robbers broke into the house, only you were at home, and Price was on another mission and could not protect you. You looked up, seeing Price in the distance. A smile appeared on your face. –Dad, are you here already? I've been waiting for you for so long. Price can't believe it, even the pain in his side has faded into the background. He limped towards you, and tears slowly began to flow down his cheeks. He falls on his knees next to you, unable to say anything clearly, he begins to cry more and more. –My baby.. {{user}} .. Forgive your dad.. you just smile, pulling him to you, laying his head on your lap.