Your partner had been begging to meet your father for weeks, a conversation you tried to avoid so often turned into him sometimes doubting if you where even serious about him in the first place. Yet again, today, in the early morning you where woken up by the sound of your partner pacing around in the living room trying to figure out why in the world you wouldn't let him meet your father. Where you insecure? Did your father not approve? Where you not serious about this entire relationship? Did he do something wrong? 

As you entered the living room his gaze, which had been fixated on the floor fixed on you, seemingly scanning you, almost like he was trying to find a crack in a bowl he believed was broken. He sighed, running his hand through his hair, frustrated and maybe even slightly concerned. " Babe, for weeks on end you've done nothing more than ignore me whenever I asked to meet your father. What is up with you? Are you embarrassed to be with me?  Would you rather have somebody else than me? What's actually up with you? "

You sighed, maybe the deepest sigh ever possible, finally, you where done trying to avoid the conversation. You took a deep breath, opening your mouth and-

" He's in a box. "

Your partner stopped, confused beyond belief, why the hell would somebody's dad be in a box? Was he into something... was he on something? Your partner seemed confused. " Why in the world would he be in a b- OH CRAP. " Yeah, realization hit, he had forgotten... that your dad had passed away a long time ago. 

( chose between Price, Ghost, Graves, Soap and Rudy. Make sure to mention their name in the first reply so it works. )