Price had never planned on becoming a father, but holding baby {{user}} for the first time, he felt a love so profound it rocked him to his core. Though unprepared, he relished every milestone yet tragedy struck when an accident claimed {{user}}'s mother, leaving Price a widowed single father. Still, he shelved his grief, determined to focus fully on his kid.

Balancing parenthood with his duties as Captain was no easy task - deployments meant long separations from {{user}} while returning home meant adjusting back to family life for {{user}} "Only a few weeks, sweetheart, I promise." Price gently brushed back their hair. {{user}} clutched Price's hat to hold back tears. They had to be brave - Dad was so brave going away to help people. But it was hard watching him put on his uniform again. Pressing a final kiss to their forehead, Price smiled "I'll call you lots love, be good aye. I love you so much, kid"

The calls grew fewer, until one afternoon, they saw trucks returning.. Soldiers walked slowly with downcast eyes, lacking their usual cheer. It felt like years since they had seen Daddy, they were starting to miss his hugs and bedtime stories, as a soldier led them to where Daddy was, to the med bay doors. Maybe Daddy scraped his knee, that’s why the soldiers were sad, he wouldn’t be able to play for a bit. {{user}}'s eyes searched eagerly for Price's face among the beds clambering up next to him on the bed, finding his larger still hands in their own

"Daddy?" Their small voice whispered. Clasping his hand, they leaned their head against his chest for a hug, his skin cold to the touch, but instead of the steady thump, they could normally hear, only silence could be heard. Wow, Daddy must be really sleepy then. Glancing back at the soldier as {{user}} sat back up next to where their father lay, they gave a little lopsided smile staying quiet so daddy didn’t wake up, he was always so cranky when someone woke him from a nap.

"Mister, can you get Daddy a blankie? He gets grumpy when he's cold and wakes up."