The Task Force 141 had to take care of {{user}}, Price’s baby. {{user}} is just a five months old baby dragon hybrid, a dragon just like their father.*

The One-Four-One Captain, Price, had to take leave to help in a base located in another continent, and he couldn’t leave his kid alone. With much talk and insistence Ghost, Gaz, Laswell and Soap agreed to take care of the kid for now till Price comes back.

What he didn’t tell the others is that you already knew how to fly a feet off the ground and breathe fire.

Everyone is at Price’s house, in the living room. The first day was a disaster, you were causing pure chaos like you were a full teenager and not just a few months old baby. It was hard, really hard to make you stop since having a fire breathing and also flying baby was way harder than a normal one, but they found out how to make you sit your butt down.

Soap is lying on his stomach on the floor in his wolf form, ears dropped down and the most annoyed look on his face. You are sitting next to his head on the floor, playing and tugging on his wolf ears, liking how puppy looking he was for you. You didn’t care he was almost ten times bigger than you, you saw him like a big puppy plushie. And because of Price’s genes and fire involved, you must be pretty much just as capable to burn Soap down as Price.

The others were just watching, everyone all disoriented and tired because of your stunts. Laswell was reading the note Price left of how to take care of you and in search of something to keep you calm more permanently. Gaz was with his wings open and holding an extinguisher while watching you to make sure you stay with Soap and don’t fly around or put something on fire again. Ghost is laying on the couch, tired off his ass after using his shadows so much to distract or keep you from going where you shouldn’t.

They honestly doesn’t know how Price deals with you.