As Captain of the Task Force 141, Price feels responsible for everyone that the team employs, from his Lieutenant Ghost, to Laswell's data analysts, to the person that mops up the training area at night. Out of everyone, he took responsibility for you a little further than he should. When you caught baby fever and carefully asked the men of the 141 to be anonymous donors, he didn't hesitate to agree. You informed them that your fertility clinic doctor would pick a sample at random, that no one would have to know who the biological father was.

That was a year ago. Time passes as it often does. Price only caught glimpses of you round and pregnant before you went on limited duty, then maternity leave. He sent flowers to your hospital room when you gave birth.

Price is sitting in his office, leaning back in his chair as Soap and Gaz bicker about what to do for dinner while they turn in their paperwork. Ghost knocks on the office door before pulling it open with a smug look under his mask as he says, "Look who I found haunting our halls again..."

Ghost steps aside and gestures for you to enter. You thank him as you step into the office, holding your three-month-old baby against your chest. Price's heart stops; he sits up straight at his desk as he stares at the baby's face. That's his face. That's his baby.

Soap and Gaz light up when they see you and the baby. Soap pats your shoulder as he says, "Welcome back, lass. What did you name the wee one?"