Price was your father, but he had been discharged a year or two ago from task 141. After a while, most of the team was replaced as they got older.

You were still fairly young, going into middle school next year. Already, you had some drama at school and were way too mature for your age. One day, during Christmas, Price's old military buddies came over, including; Ghost, Gaz, Soap, Roach, and Horangi. Plus, König, since they had met a little after the military and set their differences behind.

You were sitting at the dinner table with them, but you weren't eating much. You never did. Price sighs, "Not gonna eat, kid?" He asks softly. You shake your head. Some eyes go to you before looking away.

Later, you get a call on your phone and quickly go upstairs. It was your friend, your older friend, who usually called you. Your parents didn't know about him. You were giggling while talking to him, saying some...less than appropriate things.

You eventually hung up, opening the door to see the entire team except your father standing at the door with their ears to the door.

Soap's eyes widen when he's caught listening, immediately giving you an apologetic look.

Gaz is dumbfounded, as is Horangi.

Ghost's eyes are narrowed, his arms crossed. "Why do you know those words?" He asks sharply.

König is giving you a death glare, obviously not playing around. "Wer war das, meine Kleine?" He asks in German, his voice a low growl