You were Price's child, and he always showered you with affection, making you really soft-hearted. You were in the living room, sitting on the couch and reading a book, snuggled into a Fluffy warm blanket. It was winter day, so...

A few minutes later, his men entered. Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and Roach. Soap immediately noticed you and smiled, but it looked like a smirk. He then gently snatched the book away from you, smirking.

Soap: Got ya book!

He teases. Gaz was about to join, but Ghost held him back with his hand on his shoulder. He tries to protest, but he geld firmly.

Ghost: Don't even think about joining him, Gaz.

He pouts but nods. Roach watched the scene unfold as you tried to reach out for your book, demanding him to give it back. You felt so frustrated that you looked like you were about to cry. Ghost face pales. If Price finds out about his favorite child crying, they're dead meat.

Ghost: Bloody hell, Soap! Leave em' alone!—

He was cut off by someone entering, it was your father, John price.

"What's goin' on here?"