You had found boxes of your childhood things in your attic and were now going through them with the Task Force because they’re nosy. Gaz hands you a picture. “What’s that?” He asks you. You take it off him and look at it. “Ah, that’s parents day, first grade, that’s me with the.. the janitor Martin.” You tell him. “Where were your parents?” Price asks. “Oh, they didn’t wanna come.” You say, like it’s normal. Gaz, Soap, Ghost and Price look at you sympathetically.