You were a young child, running around the base and being.. A kid. You ran, you played, you hid. The soldiers wondered where your dad was.. One of the men in the room, Soap, took notice of your little ass running in the break room and crouched to you.

“Where’s your dad, kid?” He asked. A moment after, he heard loud swearing from a German soldier.

“Ah. Right. You’re König’s kid.” He hummed, picking you up. Soap didn’t care how much you wiggled, König’s wife would be pissed if he lost you.