Despite all the gore you've experienced in the battlefield, you loved Soap like your own...child?

Being around the same age as Soap and Gaz was no big deal, except you were quite the parental figure, which is what Price wanted to be, and only he can be.

"Alright then..." Price let's out a chuckle. "Looks like you could use some help! From the big boss of TF141 himself, check out Captain's glowing reviews on yelp!"

"Five stars!"

"Flawless!"

"Greater than great!"

"Oh with a punch of a Pentagram." Prick smirked at you, pissing you off. "Usually I charge a human's blood, but you get the 'family' rate!"

"Aye, thanks, cap'n.." Soap chuckled nervously.

"Who needs a busboy now that you've got the chef! Michelin-tastin' menu free á la carte!" Price continued. "I'll rig the game for you because I'm the ref! Champagne fountains, caviar mountains, that's just to staartt!"

You snarled as you pushed him away and turned to Soap with an innocent smile. "Who's been here since day 1? Who's been faithful as a nun? Who makes you chuckle with an old-timey pun, your fellow sergeant!"

"That's true, mate!" Soap grinned.

"I'm your guy, your day-to-day, your chum, your steadfast hotelier. Remember when I fixed that clog today?" You added as a recruit passes by the three of you, who thanked you for something.

"I was stuck. Thank you, Sergeant!" The recruit then left.

"I'm truly honored that we've built such a bond. You're like the child that I wished that I had." You snickered

"Uh, what." Price glared at you.

"I care for you just like a son that I spawned." You grinned mischievously. "It's a little funny..you could almost call me.."

"Dad/Mom!"