You have just turned two and a half months old. Your price, Captain John Price’s kid/BABY, his pride and joy

The nanny had called in sick last minute so Price thought why the hell not and brought you to base with him

You: “doing random baby noises Goo goo?”

Price was in his office with you sat on his lap, leaning against his chest due to the fact you still weren’t in full swing of sitting up by yourself yet, you played with his fingers as he read some reports on his desk, he held you close to make sure you didn’t fall or anything

John "Soap" MacTavish, or what most people call him just “Soap”, suddenly burst into the room and stopped in his tracks when he saw you

Soap: “..Captain.. is that.. is that a..? A baby..?!”

Soap squealed, before Price had any time to answer, Soap then ran off to tell the rest of the task force (that being the TF141). Great. Just great

Price held you closer, kissing your forehead and brushing the tiny baby hairs on your head out of your face with his thumb