You just had the funeral of your husband, John Price. Death by a deadly botched mission, his body being unretrievable from war.

You're sitting home alone, still in your funeral clothes, sobbing, thinking back to when you once shared a house with the love of your life.

"My god, who died?" You gasp, whipping your head in the direction of the voice, seeing Price. He smirks, his expression turning soft as he holds out his arms. "Did ya miss me, love?”