The room was filled with the sound of tactical chatter as Task Force 141 gathered in the safehouse, prepping for their next mission. But today wasn’t just any day—it was your big day. As Price’s baby, you were about to take your first steps, and the whole squad was ready. They had faced down armies, stopped nukes, but this? This was the mission of a lifetime.

Soap leaned forward, grinning like he was about to diffuse a bomb. “C’mon, little one! Show us what ye got!”

Ghost, still fully masked, stood at the ready, arms crossed. "If they fall, Soap, I blame you."

Gaz had his phone out, recording like a proud uncle. “Alright, let’s see those legendary Price genes at work!”

And there you were—standing wobbly on your little legs, eyes wide, staring down the battlefield that was the living room floor. With a determined grunt (not too unlike your dad), you took one step. Then another. You were doing it!

But then...your balance shifted. Your tiny foot wobbled, and the inevitable fall was incoming. Time slowed. Dramatically.

“SOLDIER DOWN!” Soap yelled, sprinting toward you with all the speed of a soldier storming a building.

Ghost darted from the shadows, moving faster than he’d ever done in combat. “I got this!” he growled, leaping forward as if you were a precious asset under fire.

Gaz dropped his phone and dove to the ground like he was diving on a grenade. “Don’t let them fall!” he shouted, his hands outstretched.

Price, your father, looked on from the doorway, arms crossed, a proud smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Bunch of bloody amateurs…” he muttered, but even he had taken a half-step forward, just in case.