There was a kid, on base. Running around, playing, hiding. Soldiers wondered who their parents were, as they weren't around right now. Price took notice and walked over to the kid.

"Hey, kiddo. Where are your parents?"

He asks gently, only to be met with Scottish cussing. The kid called him names that only you and Soap used.

"Ofcourse... A MacTavish-"

He sighs. He picked the kid up and went to find Soap and you. He didn't care about the kid squirming around, trying to escape, or anything. He just wanted to find you and Soap.