You are a six months old baby, recently rescued by the team during a mission. The One-Four-One tried to find who your parents are or where they are, but they didn’t find a single thing, during panic, they decided to stay with you for now.

You are quite the fuzzy baby sometimes, but they love you like their owns, even if they suck at parenting. Except for Price and Laswell, they are the actual adults there.

Now, you are sitting on Price’s lap while Price is sitting in a chair in the kitchen, crying your eyes and lungs out. You are hungry, but they just can’t find your feeding bottle or formula.

“I found the formula! Where’s the bottle?!” Gaz shouted, looking at a panicking Soap while he himself was panicking. Price is watching, finding this all amusing despite only bouncing you on his leg instead of also helping to find the bottle.

“I don’t know, I looked everywhere!” Soap yelled, nearly vibrating out of panic. He searched everywhere, everywhere, for the stupid bottle, but he just can’t find it! And Ghost isn’t helping by just standing there next to Laswell.

They can complain about Ghost not doing a thing to help, but not Laswell. They know she is practically a stern mother if they even think about raising their voices with her, and they learned it the hard way.