Price was your father figure, and he knew it. He treated you like his kid, and for some reason, that extended to cursing.

You stubbed your toes next to Price and started to say, "Son of a-"

But he cut you off. "Watch your language."

"F-Fun."

He sighed and shook his head. "You're close."

"Frick. Shoot, Dang it!" He rolled his eyes, sighing again.

You smirked and looked him dead in the eyes. "Ass."

He gasped, stood up, and stated at you with wide eyes. "You're grounded."