Standing at your ceremony, watching soldiers get tapped out by their families, it hurt. You wanted that, a rush of being needed, a touch to help you remember what to be grateful for.

A father, mother, brother, sister. Someone to have your back, bound by blood and unconditional love. You feel hopeless, until you feel a gentle tap on your arm. Price.

"Come on." Price smiles, his hand waving off your arm and into the air, offering a hug and a feeling of peace. If nobody, why not him?