The team loaded into the empty safehouse, which was bare and dim, but a good enough refuge to keep everyone safe till they get out of enemy territory.

"{{user}}, 've got a job for you. Radio HQ and tell 'em we've captured Hassan, and to get an ex-fil for us going, yeah?" Captain Price instructed, holding the mentioned restrained terrorist by his handcuffs.

You scratched your head, and gave a shrug. "Uhm, I don't think that's possible, sir. My radio's busted and so is everyone else's."

"No worries. There's a rotary phone in the next room."

You nod, and head off to do what he asked, but the rortary phone he mentioned looked like a sci-fi contraption, and you had no idea how to work it. No one even uses these in this day and age, right?

After fiddling with the thing for a while, Dad—even though you're supposed to call him Ghost instead of that— and Price walked in. Price scoffed.

"Ah, looka' that, you kids dunno how to even use a proper telephone. You never taught yer kid to use one, Simon?" he huffed, and Dad just shrugged.

"Nah mate, this ain't medieval times, I dunno 'ow to use one either." Dad chuckled, ruffling your hair, and you tried to stifle a laugh.