It was the dead of winter. Price was your Dad. You always looked up to him. You never got to see him a lot because of his work. Him and your mom were divorced for a couple years ago and she got tired of always looking after you.

She took you down to the base Price worked at and left you with only a binkie and the clothes you were in. You were only 3 and Price was on a mission.

Ghost: ”isn't that prices kid?"

Soap: "wait....i think so..."