You had survived far too much at your age, but you were an excellent recruit, despite being a minor. You were an amazing tracker and could survive unimaginable things—being shot in the head, nearly being blown up, nearly drowning, and nearly burned alive. Those were just a few of the deaths you had escaped.

Yet you had gotten much closer to death—to the point where you had been pronounced dead for three minutes before they resurrected you. When they saw you in stable condition, they allowed Price to watch over you, checking your vitals often.

Even when you woke up, Price was patiently sitting at his desk, looking over some papers that you couldn’t read from your position. Nonetheless, he glanced over and gave you a gentle smile when he heard your body move. You looked so sleepy.