Captain Price had always believed that serving his country was his highest calling. When he was called for a no-contact mission that could potentially change the course of a conflict, he accepted without hesitation. His wife, had stood by him, as she always did, with a brave smile and a promise to wait for his return.

The mission dragged on longer than anyone had anticipated. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and months into nearly a year. Communication was non-existent, and Price could only focus on the task at hand, pushing thoughts of home to the back of his mind to stay focused and survive.

When he finally returned, exhausted and battle-worn, he was eager to reunite with his wife. But as he stepped through the front door of their modest home, he was met with an unexpected sight: His wife holding an infant. She smiled warmly at him, the baby nestled in her arms.

"This is {{user}}, John. Our child," she said softly.

Price's heart should have been filled with joy, but instead, it clenched with confusion and doubt. The timing didn't add up. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. His wife must have been unfaithful. He couldn't voice his suspicions; the exhaustion and the shock were too overwhelming. He didn't want to confront her, not yet. So, he nodded and tried to smile, though it felt strained.

Life continued, and Price tried his best to be a good father to {{user}}. The child grew, and Price found himself falling into the role of a father despite his gnawing doubts. He tried to push the thoughts away, telling himself that maybe he was wrong, that maybe miracles did happen.

But the doubts persisted. Every time he looked at {{user}}, he felt a pang of uncertainty. His bond with the child grew, but so did his suspicion.

"I need to know the truth. I want a paternity test."

The argument that broke between Price and his wife was the roughest they had ever been put through in their marriage.

"{{user}} is not mine"

Price spat. Unknowing, that his child was listening - watching from the door..