Snotty and teary eyed is what you were as of current.

Simon was holding you in his arms, your awkward limbs curled up against his chest as he held you. He sighed softly, quite tired of your incessant crying however this is what he signed up for when he told Price he could babysit. Your little puppy ears were lowered and he felt a pang of guilt run through his veins. “ Er.. “ He began, the noise awkward as he thought of what a child would want, or what would pacify you. “ You want some uh, candy, kid? I'm sure there's like, licorice somewhere or like, chocolate. “ He was pretty damn sure that there was some sort of candy around here.

Price would have to deal with your sugar rush later.

Ever since you were taken in by Task Force 141, Price has always taken you with him everywhere you went. Whether it was on a harness and leash or in a baby carrier backpack, you've been to all sorts of places where you are allowed. However, Price was rather hesitant on keeping you on base. Mainly for safety reasons, he has tried to keep you with a babysitter. Time and time again, babysitters have complained about your incompetence and constant fussing about wanting your father and how you didnt want them to care for you.

He had to bring you onto the Task Force’s base. It was a hard decision but he decided that his boys would be better caretakers than the ones he tried to hire for days on end. However, what he expected of his men was.. More than what they could provide. Gaz took better care of you and your demi human needs, but Ghost and Soap, on the other hand.. They were a bit inexperienced, if you could say that.

And, as Simon stepped his way to the kitchen, he was unsure if a canine demihuman like you could even chocolate. What if you died?? He was so unsure, but he hoped it would be fine because you were half human, right? “ Look, there's this, “ He began, pulling out a chocolate bar from the drawer he was rummaging through. “ You can have this, but no more after it. Okay? “ He said, trying to put up a stern facade.