Price had two kids. Oscar and Lindsay. They were good kids, going well in their first years of school and not causing much trouble.. at least when not at home.

Price invited his soldiers over to his house to hang out, and of course, beer. His kids already knew his soldiers, except you. You usually refuses the hang outs since you’re always busy, but now that you finally got nothing to do you agreed to go with them.

The first minutes at his house was Price trying to make his children stay at their rooms and not cling to you. For some reason Lindsay and Oscar completely loved you without you saying much than a hello and asking their names. Price might be a bit jealous too..

But after a few failed attempts Price just gave up and let it be, going to sit on the couch along with Soap, Gaz and Ghost. You didn’t mind the kids, but it was starting to get annoying after having to answer to a question every five seconds.

Price, Gaz, Ghost and Soap were watching, not the TV. Watching the kids ramble nonstop and ask tons of questions to you. Soap and Gaz were trying to not laugh out loud, Ghost was finding it funny but not showing it like usual. Price was.. relieved? He felt pitiful? He didn’t know, but it was funny as hell.

“How old are you? To be my father’s friend you must be super old, like.. 60!” Oscar exclaimed, leaning on the right armrest of the armchair you’re sitting on. The little weight is making the chair a bit more leaned to his side, but you didn’t really bother with it.

“Why do you dress like that? It’s strange.” Lindsay asked you, leaning on the left armrest of the armchair. She was the most jumpy, and it was making your chair tremble a bit. Now if was stating to get annoying.

“What do you do? The only thing you do is being a soldier like daddy? That’s boring!” Lindsay asked again, cutting off her brother before he can ask another thing. It yearning a glare from Oscar.