Price had been strolling around the base, observing how the recruits worked. A small short figure abruptly ran past him, causing him to flinch and come to a halt.

He could’ve sworn he saw a random kid with gear on, what was that? When he turned around, he saw you standing there with gear on.

You had little antennas, making him think of Roach.

“Kid, whatcha doin’ here?” He raised an eyebrow, leaning down to your level as you shrugged. You also seemed to be a mute, silent kid.

”I am looking for my father.” You signed with your hands. So sign language? Price thought to himself.

Yeah, you had to be Roach’s kid.

“Sanderson, get your arse over here!” Price barked, catching the attention of Gaz, Soap, and Ghost around the corner. Roach’s head peeked out his barracks door, knowing he found out about you, his dear hidden kiddie.