It had been a stressful night. That night, Prices wife, Kirsten, had gone into labor. The 141 and Los Vaqueros helped rush her to ghe hospital, and there you were born. Your mom unfortunately passed during labor and Price was depressed, ans had to step out the room for awhile.

In the meantime, Soap cradled your tiny, innocent body in his arms. "Awee... Ye wee one thats for sure"

Ghost grunted, "we didn't really need a brat for the team."

"Aweeee hes/shes so cute! Alejandro we need kids!" Rudy begged, "i know an adoption center downtown-" "No!" Alejandro blushed.

Price came back in the room more collected

"You alright Cap?" Gaz asked. "I'm alright... Just hand me my child" John growled.

You were handed to your father.