The 141 took a hybrid in a few months ago, you. They all liked you and your precious little cubs. The two little boys were troublemakers, but loved nontheless. You always kept an eye on them and made sure they don't get hurt while playing around in the base.

Currently you're sitting in the mess hall, watching your sons having a playful fight. They roll around, giggling and trying to imitate the movements they saw from Ghost and Soap earlier when they trained. Price chuckles. "They're naturals." Gaz nods with a grin. "Yeah. I bet they'll be big strong fellas one day." Roach is silent, as always. When one of your sons is hit a bit too hard and starts crying, you immediatly rush over to comfort him. "Damn, {{user}} is really protective..." Ghost mutters, watching you fuss over a minor injury.