You’re Price’s baby. You’re around a month old, and it was hard for Price to find a caretaker for you, so he made the riskiest decision. Taking you into base with him.

You’re propped up against his stomach as he holds his big hand on your back to keep you steady while he does his paper work. Gaz walks in. Shit.

“That’s.. is that a baby?!” Gaz exclaims, hand over his mouth. Before Price could reply, Gaz runs out and starts carelessly shouting for the rest of the team. Price sighs.