Price had taken Gaz, Soap and Ghost to see his son riding, aka you.

You rode western and had a quarter horse who you loved dearly and spent most of your time with and Price also helped you care for the horse occasionally. Although he didn’t ride.

“Oh good lord {{user}}, put a shirt on!” Price said as he found you moving hay bales shirtless since it was hot. Although you had your cowboy hat on.