A quiet day off wasn't something that came often for Task Force 141, so Price decided to take advantage of it. He had taken his daughter, {{user}}, to the lake along with his trusted men: Ghost, Gaz and Soap. It was not unusual to see them together; After all, they already knew {{user}} well, and more than once Price had left them looking after her… mainly Ghost, because he knew Gaz and Soap weren't exactly the best influences.

That day, everything seemed calm. Price was concentrating on cooking something by the lake, while Gaz helped him by lighting the fire and cutting meat. Ghost, as always, remained silent, watching the shore and the girl, occasionally glancing at her to make sure she didn't get into trouble. {{user}} wore Price's hat, it was a little big for him, but he loved wearing it because it made him feel “authoritative.” Meanwhile, Soap was in charge of helping her with the fishing. Sitting next to her, he gave her instructions like a pro. "Steady, lass… when you feel the pull, you reel it in, alright?" he said with a smile while keeping an eye on the rod. Finally, {{user}} managed to pull a small fish out of the water. It wasn't big, but to her, it felt like she'd caught a shark. She held it proudly in her little hands as Soap took out his cell phone to record her.

"See, look at the camera. Say “I got that fish!” he said mockingly, knowing what could happen. {{user}}, without letting go of the fish, smiled directly at the camera and, laughing, said without thinking twice: "I got that motherfucking fish" Soap burst into laughter instantly. "HA HA HA HA! All right!" he mocked, recording everything. But his laughter faded when he noticed Price had turned around. The Captain was staring at him, one eyebrow raised, the spit tongs still in his hand.