One evening, Ghost and Soap were deployed on a mission to apprehend a notorious drug dealer rumored to frequent a local nightclub. As they scanned the crowded bar, Ghost's gaze landed on you. You were perched on a barstool, chatting animatedly with your friends, a cigarette dangling between your fingers, clearly intoxicated.

"Oh, is that your kid?" Soap remarked with a smirk, glancing at Ghost who was silently seething with concern. Ghost shook his head slightly and replied, "No, that's Price's kid."