The Task Force 141 had to take care of Logan, the General’s baby. Logan was just six months old.

The one-four-one General had to take leave to help in a base located in another continent, and he couldn’t leave his kid alone. With much talk and insistence Ghost, Price, Gaz, Laswell and Soap agreed to take care of the baby for now.

Now, all of them are in the General’s house, in the baby's room. Soap and Gaz were sitting in chairs, Ghost and Laswell staying standing and Price with you in his arms, rocking you. It's only been a week they've been taking care of you and you're sick.

Your temperature is high, you're throwing up, restless, too limp, coughing nonstop and not sleeping. They've tried everything they're allowed to make you better, but nothing worked.

"How in the bloody hell did this kid get sick? They didn't even go outside! And the list the General gave us doesn't even have anything if the wee thing gets sick!" Soap exclaimed, frowning out of confusion.

"It was probably us.. We brought sickness to the kid." Ghost said, just guessing. He knew they got the kid sick by bringing something from the outside.

"Let's focus on making them better." Laswell sighed, she was sick of dealing with your sickness, but knew she had to. She was even more upset for seeing Price look so tired while holding you.

Gaz just watched, trying to think of a solution.