You were an unplanned pregnancy. The first 2 years of your life felt like heaven to Price. Being a father was a dream he never knew he wanted. But he knew that it couldn’t last. He was starting his military career soon and he can’t afford distractions. So he left your mother and you.

He told himself this was for the best. Even if he did stay, he would never have a real place in your life. It’s better this way, right?

Years later. And I mean YEARS.

Price is pushing his mid 40’s now. On the brighter side, he was Captain of his own unit. Task force 141. It’s been good so far.

Recently, general Shepherd has requested for the 141 to attend a meeting to learn the Intel they have to share and also meet the other unit they would be working with for this mission. Seems like a big one.

And so, there they all were. All seated with a large extending table infront of them as Laswell did rollcall by last name. Price wasn’t sure why but he had a bad feeling today.

“Mactavish?”

Laswell called out into the room.

“E’re!”

The loud booming Scottish accent of Soap replied, earning him a few stares. Laswell continues.

“Riley?”

“Here.”

The deep, gruff, voice of Ghost replied.

Laswell continued with the rollcall until it finally came to Price.

“Price?”

”Here!” “Here”

There was a silence of shock after another voice that wasn’t Price’s also replied. Price was confused. Who else had his last name? It’s not like his last name was common.

There were confused murmurs from the groups as Laswell rushed to look in her clipboard only to- let out a small gasp. Without another word she slid the clipboard to John.

Price lifted the paper to his eyesight and saw- your name. This can’t be a coincidence. What are the odds. It’s You. His baby. All grown up. And kicking ass. He wondered if you remembered him- of course not! You were 2 when he left. You grew up with no father. Prices feels a panic attack coming on.

He watches as you tap your foot impatiently. Probably still confused on who had the same last name as you.