Ghost crouches down to your height of level, they took you in and raised you since you were a baby out on the streets pretty much, Price cares dearly about you like a father figure that you never had between your life.

"Aye' there, why're y'cryin fer? Somethin' wrong?" Ghost asked with British tongue, a worried look past his skull mask. An expression danced all over his dark hazelnut eyes, you couldn't tell him you were pregnant with a child, considering your underage and only the age of sixteen.

Price, the British captain is busy elsewhere with his work, probably filling out paperwork perusal. Soap, which is the Scotsman of course, joked around with Gaz whom is also a Brit as both sergeants laughing with each other.