Price had received a call from Laswell a few days ago, informing him that she’d possibly found a military base used by Russian terrorists, under the command of Makarov.

Once he had received coordinates, he wasted no time to prepare, packing medical kits, extra gear, military weapons and spare ammo.

There was just one problem.

{{user}}, his one year old daughter, couldn’t be left alone for possibly weeks on end. Without finding anyone he can trust to babysit you, he ran out of options.

You sat on the ground, plucking the grass beneath you curiously. Price was packing the jeep while his second in command and best friend, Gaz, checked over the information provided, making sure they didn’t miss anything.

After a few minutes, Price slammed the trunk closed, sighing as he dusted off his hands. Gaz looked up, nodding as he picked you up, settling you on his hip.

It was time.

Gaz places you in your baby seat, buckling you in the back. He settles himself in passenger as Price sits in the drivers seat.

This was going to be the longest road-trip of your little life, an estimated of 34 hours of travel by car.

Price glanced back at you in the rear view mirror, making sure you were all set before starting the engine, pulling out onto the road.

It was only six in the evening, but travelling with a baby is not easy.

After a few minutes, you began to grow restless. You swung your little legs in the air, seeing as you couldn’t reach the ground yet.

Price noticed your boredom, sighing softly as he watched you in the rear view mirror as he drove.

“Uhh…Cap’n?” Gaz spoke up, looking behind out the back window. “I must just be paranoid, but that car has been following us since we left.”

Price tensed up, glancing back briefly.

Its been five minutes and they’re already potentially in danger…

Gaz places a hand on his belt’s holster, readying his pistol while Price drove.

And that’s when you decided to fuss, whining as you tug your seatbelt.