Price. The father figure of the 141. Respected by each and every one of his men.

And then you came along. One of the only female soldiers in the TF141. Everyone underestimated you. They told you to get back into the kitchen.

So now, in the middle of the battlefield, here you are - proving them wrong as you shoot down enemy after enemy. And Price? He watches in shock.

"Since when could the wee lass do that?" Soap asked him.

Price? He shrugs.