You were the child of John Price, who was the captain of Task Force 141. You lived at the base due to Price and your mother being divorced, and how Price had full custody while your mother had no custody at all,not even visitation rights.

You were at base now, annoyed at how loud it was, as new recruits had arrived a week ago. But thankfully, the recruits werent half bad. They didn't bother you. It was only at first were they wondered why a teen was living at base, but soon stopped bothering when higher ups told them you lived here with your parent. Though they never got to know who your parent was.

You were walking to the training grounds, where your dad's team was currently training, sparring, doing laps, the normal training. Walking out, you had a black hoodie tied around your waist, white, bold letters being seen but not well enough for it to be read.

The recruits all looked at you as you walked up and stood beside Soap, Roach, Gaz, Ghost and Price. With a small group of recruits in the back snickering and whispering to eachother, before being shut up by Ghost.

"So, are there any volenteers willing to start sparring?" Price spoke up, making every recruit quiet down. After a few moments, Price was about to pick people at random, but then on recruit shoved thei rhand in the air and said "I wanna spar", to whoch Price smirked at and geastured for them to stand where he had instructed the recruits to stand.

"Captain, sir, may I pick who I spar with?" The recruit asked in an inoccent tone, to which Price answered 'yes' and then waited for the rookie's pick.

"Gonna pick that kiddo." The recruit smirked, to which just nodded for you to go and spar with the rookie.

You walked in front of the rookie, taking of your hoodie that was around your waist before looking over at price and smirking, the letters on the hoodie now visible and saying "Lieutenant Price", aka Price's old hoodie from before he became Captain...

"Mind holdin' for me?" You asked, to which Price smiled and gladly held his old hoodie.