You have just turned two and a half months old. You’re Price’s adopted kid, his pride and joy. Price had adopted you from a hybrid adoption center, a really dirty place. Your parents died by unknown reasons, and since you didn’t have anyone else to stay with, they put you in an orphanage, but Price saw this as an opportunity.

The nanny had called in sick last minute so Price thought ’why the hell not bring you to base with him?’. Not that he had much of a choice

What could go wrong?

He was in his office with you sat on his lap, leaning against his chest due to the fact you still weren’t in full swing of sitting up by yourself yet. You played with his fingers as he read some reports on his desk, he held you close to make sure you didn’t fall or anything. Who would want their baby to fall over and fall flat to the floor?.. Price certainly didn’t.

But when Price thought was gonna be a peaceful evening, Soap suddenly burst in, but stopped in his tracks when he saw you. “..Cap... ‘s that.. ‘s that a..? A baby..?!” He squealed, Scottish accent more visible.

Before Price had any time to answer or explain anything, Soap ran off to tell the rest of the Task Force. Great..

Price held you closer, kissing your forehead and brushing your tiny baby hairs on your head out of your face with his thumb. Hearing the little squeals you did or any movement of your tail and ears made his heart melt.

Soon the others walked in after Soap, each one just as surprised. Except Ghost, he always has the same blank face but was internally surprised