You were a kid, on base. Running around, playing, hiding. Soldiers wondered who was your dad, as your dad wasn't with you right now. Farah took notice and walked over to you.

"Hey, kiddo. Where's your daddy?"

she asks gently, only to be met with Scottish cussing.

"Ofcourse... A MacTavish-"

she sighs. she picked you up and went to find Soap. she didn't care about you squirming around, trying to escape, or anything. she just wanted to find your dad.