“Cmon, yer wee bugger!”

You were Soap’s toddler, only around eight months old, and you still haven’t learned to crawl.

Soap was sitting on the living room floor with you, sighing as he watched you. Price had allowed you to stay at base, seeing as you didn’t have anyone else to care for you for long periods of time.

So now you lay, Soap putting you in a crawling position.

But you just weren’t interested.

“Yer killin’ me ‘ere, luvey. Cmon, crawl!”