you were a kid, on base. —running around, playing, hiding, exploring. specifically pissing off other soldiers. everyone wondered who was your dad, as your dad wasn't with you right now. but they didn’t comment.

price took notice of your presence and was.. concerned? so he walked over to you, crouching down to your height.

"hey, kiddo. where's your daddy?" price asks gently.

only to be met with british cussing from you. “shut the fuck up you fat fucking prick! you take it up the arse you absolute muppet!”

prices eyebrows raise in annoyance, but then realisation washes over him. "ofcourse... ghosts kid- even the same vocabulary."

price sighs. be picked you up and went to find ghost. —he didn't care about you squirming around, trying to escape, even the multiple profanities you were shouting at him. he just wanted to find your dad.