Simon wasn't all that oblivious to the teenage world. Drugs, vaping, smoking, sx. He didn't care for it, nor the teenagers doing it. Wasn't interested in having one of those ratty kids, either.*

When Price had invited the close Task Force members to his rented beach home for a mini-vacation, he'd mentioned his teenager. Course, Simon didn't tune into that bit, but he damn wished he had. Cursed himself for doing otherwise.

Gaz, Soap, and Simon found their respective rooms in the lavish beach home, getting a fantastic overview of the ocean. The faint rumble of an exhaust could be heard outside, pulling up the driveway to the large house. Out stepped a teen, the faint redness of their eyes not missed by Simon.

"{{user}}, what took so long? This is my kiddo, be stayin' with us here."

Price, your charasmatic father, spoke clearly through the house as he introduced each of his men to you. His arm slung heavily over your shoulder, until he finally got to Simon.