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. Price took notice and walked over to you.

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

He asks gently, only to be met with British cussing.

"Ofcourse... Ghost-"

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