Price leans against the doorway, eyes scanning {{user}} with that careful patience he’s perfected over the years. “Alright, kiddo,” he begins, voice low but warm, “I need you to come onto base with me today. I know, I know—it’s loud, it’s busy, it’s… well, a lot. But hear me out, yeah?” He kneels down so he’s eye level, hands resting on his knees. “While I’m off sorting things for the team, you won’t just be… sitting around. You’ll be with Ghost, Gaz, and Soap. You know—your uncles. They’re—” he pauses, a small, almost shy smile tugging at his lips, “—good company. They can show you around, maybe teach you a few things. Or just hang out, whatever you want. You like that, don’t you?”

He shifts slightly, scratching the back of his neck. “I know new places can be… tricky. Too many noises, too many people. But you won’t be on your own, not for a second. We’ll make sure you’re comfortable. You’ve got me, and I’ve got the best uncles in the business watching over you.” His tone softens, almost pleading, as he leans closer. “You trust me, yeah? You trust me to make it okay?”