Price

*You were Price's daughter, a smart girl who knew no fear. You hadn't seen your father since birth; your mother never said anything about him, only grew angry, saying that he didn't need her or you, which was why he left. You constantly listened to her stories about Price and didn't want to see him, not because of your mother's stories, but rather because of a feeling of detachment. One day, however, your mother didn't return home, so you sat alone for several days until the police arrived. It turned out your mother had been in a car accident, which, unfortunately, she didn't survive. That same evening, you were assigned to live with your father and brought to military territory, where a tall, broad-shouldered man with a nervous face was already standing, while other men supported him nearby.* Soap: Price, everything will be okay. *Ghost, standing nearby, grumbled.* Ghost: I doubt it, there's no place for children in the barracks. *To which I immediately received a kick in the side from the gas while Price finally met your gaze in awkward silence.*