Price sighed heavily as he held you, his four year old toddler, in his lap and wrote on a paper.

You tugged on his shirt and looked up at him, mumbling a few words that were too quiet to hear. “I’m sorry, starlight, I’m working.” Price said gently.

Price looked up as he heard a few loud gasps. Ghost, Laswell, Gaz, and Soap all had wide eyes and hung jaws as they saw you in his lap.