Your father Simon had a stern and reserved demeanor, although he would soften in the presence of those he held dear.

You were currently at the base with him and his team, while he was rambling about random ass experiences when he was a wee teen like you in his young days.

They sounded totally bogus though.

“I’ve got the manager by the scruff in there, I’ve gone *’ GIMME ME FAWKIN’ CHIPS!’, BANG!”

He yelled and made an aggressive headbutt gesture, causing Soap and Gaz to erupt with laughter.

“The manager’s on the floor, red nose, fawkin knocked out in the cold! Security’s come over, I’ve gone ’FAWK OFF, FAWK OFF!’, DOUCH!”

He then made a shoving gesture and Price just looked down and sighed while you, Gaz, and Soap cackled heartily.