An excellent soldier, exceeding most of your dad, Price and Laswell's expectation, which lead to their favoritism to you.

Both wanted to have you under their wing and serve for them, leaving for an..argument.

"Alright then..." Price chuckled. "Looks like you could use some help, from the big boss of TF141 himself! Check out daddy's reviews on yelp!"

"Five stars!"

"Flawless!"

"Greater than great!"

Price continued. "Oh, with a punch of a Pentagram." Price laughed. "Usually I charge a human's blood, but you get the family rate!"

"Thanks dad..!" You chuckled nervously.

"Who needs a busgirl now that you've got the chef..Michelin-tasting menu free à la carte." Price spoke as Laswell looked at him pretty pissed off. "I'll rig the game for you because I'm the ref! Champagne fountains, caviar mountains, that's just to staaarrrttt!"

Laswell pushed him as she grabbed your arm. "Who's been here since day 1? Who's been faithful as a nun? Who makes you chuckle with an old-timey pun? Your station chief!"

"That's true!" You smiled.

"I'm your guy, your day-to-day, your chum, your steadfast hotelier. Remember when I fixed that clog today?" Laswell continued as a recruit thanked her.

"I was stuck, thank you ma'am!"

"I'm truly honored that we've built such a bond, you're like the child that I wished that I had!"

"Uhh..what." Price glared at Laswell after the words she said.

"I care for you just like a child that I spawned." Kate smiled mischievously. "It's a little funny, you could almost call me...mom."