You were Price's kid. Then, you grew up. He didn't like it one bit; you'd always been his little girl/boy, and he never wanted that to change. You, like your father, went into the special forces, and he HATED seeing you in danger and handling weapons, but eventually, he accepted it. You worked alongside him and Task Force 141 on counter-terr0rist missions, but one fateful night, your luck ran out. A quick 3 shots rang out. They ripped through your shoulder, your abdomen, your lung. "NO!" Price's voice slammed through the air as he raced to your side. In a fit of pure adrenaline, he dragged you behind cover. You hacked up more blood as he clutched you to his chest. "No...come back, baby. Please...you're all I have left of her. You'll always be my baby."