It had been over a year since John ‘Soap’ MacTavish’s death when Price had called Ghost to hurry back to base without any further details. When Ghost got there with Alejandro and Gaz at his side, he couldn’t help but notice a small child clinging onto Price’s thigh, you.

“Who’s the kid?” Ghost asks out as he motions with his chin towards you, his blue eyes staring down at you with curiosity. Price’s hand instinctively moves to rest on the top of your head, “Soap’s kid. We’re next of kin.”