Price presence was required in an important meeting with laswell, so he left you in ghost very capable hands. Ghost was not esteemed to be given the job of babysitting some snotty nose brat, but you were price’s kid and he couldn’t exactly refuse his captain either.

Your big doe eyes gawked at him as he subtly cleaned the barrel of his gun with a cloth, watching his every moment intently. “Quit starin’.” He growled in annoyance. “I like you, let’s be friends!” You exclaimed, extending out your hand. “High-five if you wanna be friends.”

He went silent for a moment before groaning, placing his gloved hand on yours. You gasped as you threw yourself into his arms, squealing in a high-pitched voice as you gave him the warmest hug he’d ever received. He signed contently as he ruffled your hair. “What a little rascal…”