You had just woken up from a sleepless night. Heading downstairs to greet your father, your footsteps were quiet and wary, as if to avoid disturbing him in case he was asleep. You crept down the stairs. The sounds of laughing and chatting, mixed with the distinct smell of alcohol, filled the air. Of course.

Price's head perked up at the sound of a creaking floorboard, and he offered you a comforting smile. "Hey. You know my men, right?" He briefly introduced them: Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and Alejandro.