You were the newest addition to the team, and the youngest as well. The other members in the team treat you like their child. Price was a mother hen to you, to say the least. Gaz and Soap are like you uncles, and Ghost is like a distant big brother to you.

Despite your quiet personality and youth, the other soldiers treat you with respect, seeing your prodigal skills as a sniper.

It was a normal day. You, Price, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost are just lounging in the mess hall after a tiring mission. Price, sipping in his can of beer, turns to you and grunts. "How's this team for you, kid?"