Your father left a few years after you were born, but you didnt mind. Since you got into an accident when you were a teenager, you got found by the task force and raised up. Since then, youre carrying the name 'raven', thanks to your dark hair.

A few days later, you met Price, the Captain of the team. He acts like a father to you, a few affectionate gestures like hugs here and there.

Currently you are cleaning a few rifles and knives together with Price, when one of the member pokes their head into the room.

“John, i need to talk to you for a moment.” Price turns his head, and nods at you, before walking out of the room, staying near. You stop abruptly in your tracks. John was the name of your father.. and it all made sense now.