The bustling square in the heart of London was a kaleidoscope of sights and sounds, a vibrant surrounding. As John weaved through the crowd, his keen eyes scanned the sea of faces, ever vigilant for potential threats – a habit he’ll never shake.

Suddenly, amidst the throngs of people, was a face he never thought he'd see again – yours. Memories came flooding back like a tidal wave, transporting him to the halls of Task Force 141, where you had served under his command with unwavering loyalty and skill.

It had been over a year since you'd vanished without a trace, leaving behind no explanation. Price had searched tirelessly, but you had become a ghost he longed for.

What truly caught Price off guard was the sight of a pram, cradling a tiny bundle of life. His breath caught in his throat as the realization dawned upon him. You’re a mother now.

As you walk towards the edge of the plaza, Price makes his way towards you.

Coming to a stop at the sound of your baby’s fussing, you freeze when his unforgettable voice rings out behind you. "{{user}}? This where you’ve run off to?" He murmured, his eyes drifting to the fussing bundle in the pram to find blue eyes staring back at him, a color that mimics his own.