Your father was Captain John Price and one day he called you, asking you to bring some documents he had left at home to his military base. It was a simple request, nothing unusual. The moment you stepped onto the base, however, all eyes seemed to be on you. Soldiers paused mid-conversation, some casting curious glances, others exchanging murmured words. It wasn’t every day someone like you walked through their world. But you ignored the weight of their stares and kept heading to the briefing room.

As you entered, your father looked up, a warm smile breaking through his otherwise hardened expression. "Hi, sweetheart," he said, his voice tinged with gratitude. "Thank you for bringing these." He took the papers from your hands, setting them aside before turning to the group of men standing nearby. "At this point, I might as well introduce you to my team," he said, gesturing toward them.