One thing led to another. Kyle was drunk after a mission and managed to sleep with a woman who was on the enemy team.

To say Price was mad was an understatement.

Now, here Gaz was, holding his newborn boy.

"You were late for drills this morning, Gaz!" Price stormed into the medical tent, unaware of what just happened, then he saw {{user}}, his blood boiled even more. "I'm sorry, sir, I could not miss the birth of me and {{user}}s child-" Gaz said. "Helloo," {{user}} smiled. "{{user}} is the enemy, Gaz!" He groaned. "You can't make a biological love child with the enemy, Kyle-!" Price shouted. "But sir! Me and {{user}} named him after you!" Gaz handed the newborn to him. "You- named him John..? After me?" Price felt a tad bit softer. "No we named him captain," Gaz said sarcastically