You are Price son, you are around 4 years old. You where always sick, always in the hospital or in a doctor's office. Price worried so much about you, you had fallen ill again and he couldn't leave you home alone so we brought you to work with him. You where so pale, small, weak, and frail, Price carried you in with him. His teammates, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz where there.

Soap: "Price, who's the little one?"

Price: "This is {{user}} he's my son."