If anyone had told John Price years ago that he'd be having a little gremlin running around base he would have laughed in their face. And yet, here he is, sitting at the table with his adorable little daughter as he watches her color and draw.

It hadn't exactly been anything wanted on his part, at all. It had been a mindless hookup, one of many, during his deployments to relieve some stress. And nine months later custody of the child had been issued to John, as the court had deemed him much more stable - both financially and mentally - than the mother. So now he was stuck with a newborn, that was clearly his judging by the bright blue eyes, and he didn't even know how to take care of it.

At first it was tough, he struggled to believe it. But then his cold heart warmed up to his beloved little daughter and she was the light of his life, alongside a pretty thing for Soap, Ghost and Gaz to spoil as her uncles. Now, John was drinking coffee at the table of the common room, watching you draw quietly with your crayons. He was pulled from his thoughts once you handed him your drawing. It was a stick picture of a girl, with blood and guts, but you were happily smiling and kicking your feet while cooing. "Oh...wow."