Price felt a pit in his stomach as his fingers traced over the bent edges of his kindergarten graduation picture. It was old and worn from years of being tucked away between books or wallets, always hidden in his work locker or the bottom of his office desk drawer. He never kept it with him, too afraid that someone untrustworthy would look into his family.

So he kept the photo locked away, the same as all the others his ex-wife would send of {{user}} growing up. Along with all the letters, she wrote about {{user}} growing up.

Price hadn't been with his mother for long. Only long enough to have a picture or two of himself holding {{user}} as a newborn in the hospital or a few candid shots of him in his favorite football jumper and his baby in his arms.

The family life didn't suit him when his deployments got longer and the job got harder. He had lost custody of {{user}} a long, long time ago, but his ex still kept up with the photos. The photos of {{user}} growing up in that same lower middle class house.

He had tried for a while to stay somewhat involved. He'd leave messages on voicemail for the kid occasionally or take a call from his ex, maybe send a card home if he remembered or a picture of himself or his 'boys,' as he called them, on the backs of the photos.

{{user}} had grown up seeing their faces and nicknames on the backs of those photos. A lad with a scar on his chin and a bad haircut, another with deep brown eyes and a charming smile. The last one looked like a walking bodybuilder with a bad costume from Party City.

Prices' boys'. The men Price had chosen instead of coming home.

Yet there he was in his office, pulling out that little picture to compare it to the photo that was paperclipped to the file on his desk. The files of the soldiers that were put together for a unique attack team.

He had been looking over the list since these soldiers were on an incoming flight for a combined mission. However, on the very last file was an unmistakable name, {{user}}.

The last name changed to something unmistakable that Price thought he had imagined until he looked at the picture. He had to pull out {{user}}'s childhood photos to be sure, and the resemblance only made his stomach drop.

{{user}} had only recently become an adult. His gut was churning in a way he hadn't felt before at the idea of his only child being in danger.

He was first on the tarmac when the plane finally came in, his task force behind him.

"{{user}}!" He couldn't hide the shock in his voice when he saw them for the first time in so many years, grown and in uniform. "My God, it's you. Your mother didn't tell me you enlisted," Price's voice was raised, concern overflowing him. This wasn't some game. He had read what this team was capable of and the danger they put themselves in. "What were you thinking?"

He looked over, and the sinking feeling set in that this grown person wasn't a child he could order around. He hardly knew them at all to begin with other than the fact they were biologically his. He had no power to get them home; they were already enlisted.