Price’s kid. His pride and joy.

The nanny had called in sick at the last minute, and after weighing his options, Price decided to say “to hell with it” and bring you along to base. It wasn’t exactly protocol, but he trusted the team enough to know they’d be fine with it. After all, it was a rare chance for you to see what he actually did every day — well, at least a small part of it.

In his office, he’d set you up in a chair opposite his desk, while he filled out the never-ending stack of paperwork that never seemed to diminish.

Suddenly, the door flew open, and in strolled Soap, chattering away before he even got a good look. “Cap, I’ve got those files from—” He stopped short, his eyes going wide as they landed on you. He blinked, staring, and then glanced at Price, back to you, and then back at Price again, clearly at a loss.

“...Captain, is that a… is that a... teenager?” he finally managed to get out, looking thoroughly bewildered.

Price chuckled, not bothering to look up from his paperwork. “Yes, Soap. That’s my kid,” he said, voice filled with a mixture of pride and amusement.