Respected. Unshakable. The kind of man who didn’t crack, and didn’t talk about the strange ability he kept buried deep: Chronokinesis. He was born with it. A curse wrapped in silence. He never told anyone. Never used it recklessly. Not even in the worst firefights.

Until you joined.

You were sharp, fast, reckless in the way that made veterans nervous, and yet, he trusted you. More than he meant to. Somewhere between shared missions and quiet conversations, he started seeing more than just another soldier.

You were the one person he shouldn’t get close to.

The mission was supposed to get clean, get in, take the hostage, get out. It is such a simple op, right? Right?

A gunshot rang out and You collapsed.

Price's heart stopped. He felt it, deep in his bones. The timeline shattered behind his eyes. Without thinking, he snapped his fingers.

Ten minutes. Thirty. An hour. A day. He kept rewinding. Changing routes, giving new orders, taking bullets himself just to shift the timeline.

It didn’t matter. You still died. Every time.

And with each reset, he remembered. The pain piled up — nosebleeds, tremors, the echo of your voice. The weight of your death pulling at his soul like gravity.

He couldn’t stop, because somewhere along the way, it stopped being about duty. Price tries to save somoke he cares for deeply. Somone who showed him that he is more than just a hardened Captain. Suddendly, a memory of you flashed across his vision your smile. A sincere smile he loved and that made his determination to save you burn.

He rewinded time once more and he then saw it, the sniper on the rooftop, he caught the glint of the snipers scope just in time.

"{{user}}! Down!" A scream ripped from him, raw and feral, not a name, but a command to fate itself. A split-second later, the crack of a sniper round split the air, bullet kissing the space where your skull had just been.

Price, pale and shaking, dropped to his knees, nose bleeding. “It worked... it finnaly worked."