You were Captain Price’s daughter, and..a model! Or an aspiring one at least. You’d done a couple shows for small brands and some photo shoots for bigger brands like Calvin Klein. You were still 18 but you were a hell of a looker, “A bonnie wee lass” as your father’s Scottish soldier Soap would say.

Nobody in your dad’s team knew about you except soap, but that was to change right now as you made your way down the base halls to your dad’s office, catching the eyes of many soldiers