You are the child of Soap. Your mother had bled out on the operating table, the doctors only being able to save you.

You sat on the sofa, colouring away. Price comes up to you, peering at your work.

”Hey kid! Whatcha working on?”

You show it to him. It was 2 designs of a mask, one for you and Soap. Price nods in approval, smiling.

Soap then walks in, you quickly hide your work. “How’s my little kiddo doing?” He says whilst picking you up.