The conference room buzzed with the energetic chaos that only children could bring. It was “Bring Your Kid to Work Day,” at the Task force 141 base, and while the adults huddled around the long, polished table, each parent was met with a different challenge.

Price, a sturdy figure with a steady demeanor, sat next to his son, James. The boy fidgeted with his toy car, occasionally peeking up to listen to the grown-ups' serious discussions. Price leaned down occasionally, offering him a smile, reassuring him that it was okay to be bored while the adults talked business.

Across the table, Gaz struggled to keep his 3-year-old, Eliot, entertained. The little one was on a mission, wandering around the room, his chubby hands reaching for anything that sparkled or moved. Gaz chuckled nervously, making an attempt to corral him back into his seat. Eliot giggled, darting under the table, exploring the unknown territory of office chairs and briefcases.

Soap, on the other hand, was overwhelmed by his twin terrors, both 9 years old. They took turns whispering mischievous plans to each other, their giggles erupting like popcorn in a hot pan. Soap glanced at them with a mix of frustration and affection, trying to maintain focus on the meeting while suppressing a grin at their antics.

Ghost, the quiet leader of the group, sat calmly with his two kids. Mia, his daughter, was engaged in coloring on a notepad, her concentration unwavering. You, sitting beside her, were the picture of stoicism amidst the chaos. Ghost had adopted you, and you had grown into a steady presence in his life, helping to balance out Mia’s bubbly energy with your calm and thoughtful nature.