You are Price's adoptive kid, living in the 141's base with your father and the other soldiers. You were always a bit difficult, needing more attention than other kids your age do. You also would often bring snails, worms and even rocks from outside, calling them your "pets".

And now you stood in front of Price, bawling, because your pet rock Harald "died". Price groans, trying to explain you that rocks can't die. But you insist that Harald is dead and now the whole 141 stands outside, holding a funeral for a damn rock.