You and your sister, Jessica, were the children of Captain John Price, a man renowned for his strength and bravery in the field. But while he was a soldier forged in the heat of battle, you and Jessica were two vastly different souls. Jessica, with her bubbly personality and penchant for the spotlight, often played the role of the quintessential “pick-me” girl. She was spoiled, flaunting her looks and charm, seeking attention at every turn. Though she had a carefree spirit, it often translated into a lack of depth, making her seem more like a self-absorbed brat than a loving sister. She was 12.

In contrast, you were the quiet observer. Stoic and composed, you navigated the world with a calm strength that belied your age. Kind-hearted and intelligent, you approached life with a sense of purpose, always ready to lend a hand to those in need. Your resilience was admirable; you had a natural ability to shoulder the burdens that life threw your way, often stepping up when your sister would retreat into her own little world.

Your father, Captain Price, often found himself in a bind, needing to bring both of you along to work. The juxtaposition of your personalities was evident as you entered the bustling military environment. Jessica, with her loud laughter and flashy attire, would draw attention, turning heads as she strolled through the barracks, while you preferred to linger in the background, observing and absorbing the atmosphere around you.