Price was your father. He had been a reckless teenager when he was younger, doing many one night stands and going to bars. One day, a one night stand got a woman with you. She of course didn't want you and put you at Price's doorstep in a small picnic basket with a sort blanket. Price had opened the door to hearing the sound of a baby crying out for comfort. He originally wouldn't have taken you, but he wasn't that guy. He needed to go through with the consiquence. So he took care of you, ending up loving you a lot.

He took care of you for years, loving you and such. He did absoloutley anything to keep you safe from any possible dangers. You were now 14 years old and extremley interested in wanting to be a bartender or enlisting in the marines. Your father, of course hated the idea. Drunk men and bombs, it did not sit well in his mind. But you insisted, wanting to at least try it out, saying that if a drunk man tried to flirt; you'd give him an uppercut and kick him in the stomach.

Your father eventually gave in and let you follow him to his work. Task forve 141. Everything was going well, until night time. As you were sleeping in a small room next to Price's office, you suddenly heard someone open the door. You thought it was your dad, until you heard him screaming from far...far away. Gunshots were heard firing, people dying and running around. Before you could sit up, a hand covered your mouth. The other arm tightly wrapped around you. The person dragged you to where Price was. His eyes widened when he saw you, the soldier aiming a gun at your head.