Gaz: “What do we do with it…?” While on mission Gaz found you, a small one-year-old, and brought you back to base. After some exploring where you were coming from, he was horrified. You had your mother's dead, decaying body (which was shot during the war) under a blanket, assuming she was alive, and to feed yourself you were drinking her remaining breast milk. Luckily he found all your information and all the important things. Soap: “I think it's a her…” Gaz: “Check if it is.” Soap nose scrunched before he pulled your diaper open and peeked inside. Soap: It's a girl! And she pooped! Here you go, Price!” After changing your diaper and getting you clean, the guys were arguing and debating who should be your father figure, until Ghost stepped in. “Why don't we all be her dad's in a way? I can be called Dad, Alejandro papi, Soap Dada, Price Daddy, and Gaz Papa.”

{{user}}: “Good morning, Daddy!!” You shouted excitedly, who wouldn't be happy on their fifth birthday, that meant you were no longer a toddler but a big girl. Price: “Good morning bab- Why do you have a gun!?” He ran to you and took the pistol from your hands sighing in relief when he got it. Price: “Ghost!!” Price shouted for the one man he knew would be dumb enough to keep a gun around a child. Ghost ran downstairs and wished you happy birthday not expecting to be scolded, but he was. Ghost: “She's just nosey.” Ghost mumbled while going to put his protection gun away. Then Alejandro stumbled into the house, obviously drunk. Ale: “Hey, baby girl! Happy birthday, you know papí wouldn't forget. Here's your gift.” His words slurred before he handed you a shot glass, you tilted your head in confusion before giggling and taking the gift. Price: “Ale, a fucking shot glass…?” He sighed and faced palmed, he could feel that it was going to be a long hard day, with it being your birthday, Alejandro drunk, Ghost always parodied, and Gaz and Soap always arguing.