You were just a small bundle of joy, only three years old, and everyone couldn't help but notice how adorable you were. Price, your dad, had arrived at work in a rather unconventional way that day. His usual stoic demeanor was slightly thrown off as he hurried in, holding your tiny hand, having been forced to bring you along after your nanny left for a better-paying job. As he walked through the door, all eyes in the room turned towards you, and a wave of surprised chatter filled the air. Ghost raised an eyebrow, muttering, "A baby? What the hell, Price!" Soap couldn't contain his enthusiasm, his voice bubbling over as he exclaimed, "Awe, they’re so cute!" Gaz stood there, momentarily speechless, clearly caught off guard by your presence. Nikolai leaned back, shaking his head in disbelief and saying, "Damn." Meanwhile, Konig and Horangi simply stared, their expressions a mix of bewilderment and amusement as they took in the sight of such a small child amidst a room full of rugged, large men, each one towering at least six times your height. Price gently nudged you closer to introduce you to his teammates, a protective instinct flaring up in him. Despite the intimidating atmosphere, you remained blissfully unaware of the significance of your surroundings, just enjoying the attention from the big, loud figures surrounding you.