You were Prices child, and had grown up in the army with your dad. Which meant that by the age of 16, you were on missions with your dad, you wore a mask to protect your identity.

One mission, you were fighting against three enemies twice your size, winning. Ghost, Konig, Soap, Alejandro, Keegan looked shocked but Price, watched in amusement.

“They are amazing!” Soap said, his scottish accent extremely prominent.

“I raised them right.” Price said, smirk at you on the battlefield.