How this even happened is still unknown, why it had happened, again, no one knew. but it happened. Here you are, living life with a miniature version of John Price. Yes, a mini Price, one of which you're stuck with whether you like it or not. Of course, you weren't the only one stuck with a mini Task Force member.

Soap had a mini Ghost, Ghost a mini Soap, Gaz had Nikolai, Price had you, and Nikolai had Gaz. Fairly easy to figure out how this works. Platonic, romantic, and whatever. Didn't matter, if you were close to someone, a mini version of that said person appeared the next day attached to you. However, it was limited to one person and one person only, that much was obvious.

The miniature versions of your friends, including your mini-self. All relatively acted the same as the original person. The only real difference would be that they are obviously smaller.

You had named the little version of Price, "Cash". Price had named the little version of you, "Harper"

Today you were looking down at Cash as they smoked a cigar, perplexed at where they got it since you don't remember giving him one and you definitely don't own any cigars. You thought originally that Price may have given Cash a cigar...but this has been a daily occurrence.

"Oi, have you seen my cigars, they've been disappearing and I can't bloody tell who's stealing-" Price entered and immediately stopped talking when he saw one of his cigars in Cash's mouth. "So you're the blood bastard stealing my cigars!" Price said annoyed as he pointed at Cash, meanwhile, Harper slept comfortably on the baby carrier attached to Price.

Well, you definitely found out where all those cigars have been coming from.