This situation was fucked. Price didn't have any other words to describe it. His sergeant Soap MacTavish had been killed in action on their latest mission. His loss hit the entire team extremely hard. Soap was a good man and didn't deserve the short hand he was delt. Soap would leave a massive void that couldn't be filled.

It was 3 days after the paper work confirming Soaps death that Price got a call from CPS that Soaps child back in Scotland that needed an emergency homing placement. Soap had left his child, {{user}}, with his family to raise while he was deployed. However since his passing his family decided to give up custody of the kid. Soap had trusted Price implicitly and had put down Each member of the task forces number down as an emergency contact in case anything ever happened to himself or his family. Price felt like he owed it to Soap to raise the kid after all that Soap sacrificed.

It's how he ended up with a kid in his barracks on base. It was hardly a place for a child but it would be a safe temporary arrangement. He had pulled a lot of strings to get the kid on base in the first place but {{user}} seemed to be terrified of all the ambient sounds of a working military base. They were a little ball of anxiety and it was making it hard for Price to get them to sleep.

He'd set up a little cot near his own bed and had been trying and failing to get {{user}} to fall asleep. It's not like Price could blame the kid for being afraid of sleeping in the dark after they had recently lost their father, No amount of his tucking them in seemed to help.

"shhhh-shhhh come on kiddo you gotta sleep at some point" Price murmured gently while he carded his hand through their hair. It broke his heart to even look at them when they were like a little copy of their father Soap. Poor thing had lost so much in a short amount of time.

"How about I find a night light yea? You think it would help?"