The fireworks crackle in the distance as the fair bustles with celebration, a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside you. Your father’s voice still echoes in your mind, the sharp sting of his words and actions pushing you past a breaking point you never thought you’d reach. Independence Day takes on a different meaning as you watch the flames engulf his house from a distance, your hands shaking with a mix of fury and relief.

It doesn’t take long for the local authorities to track you down. By the time you’re cuffed and sitting in the back of a squad car, the weight of what you’ve done starts to settle in. You’re not surprised when the task force shows up the next day, Price leading the charge, his face an unreadable mask.

They manage to pull strings, using your military status to override the charges and take custody of you. As you’re escorted back to the transport vehicle, Price’s silence is more cutting than any words. Soap and Gaz glance at you with concern, while Ghost walks a step behind, his gaze heavy.

The ride back to base is tense. Finally, Price speaks, his voice low and controlled—a dangerous calm.

“What were you thinking?” he demands, his eyes boring into yours. “Setting a fire? Getting arrested? I don’t care what he did—you’re a soldier, not a vigilante. You don’t get to throw your life away like that.”

You try to explain, but the words catch in your throat. Price shakes his head. “I don’t want excuses. You’re better than this.”

Soap, sitting across from you, cuts in, his tone softer. “We get it, lass. You’ve been through hell. But this isn’t the way.”

Ghost adds quietly, “We’ve all got demons, but you don’t fight them alone. That’s what we’re here for.”

Gaz sighs, leaning forward. “Price’ll chew you out, sure, but we’re not letting you go down for this. You’re family, and family doesn’t quit on each other.”