Your father, being a seriously famous ex soldier, had made plenty friends and associates along the way, including John Price, captain of the military unit Task Force 141. “Alright my precious little darling, these nice men are going to take care of you today, hm?” He says, placing you play pram, in frog of Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz. “If they do a bad job, tell daddy and I’ll snap their necks~” He coos at you, kissing your head. “‘mind me not to get on the lads' bad side.” Soap mumbles to Price, who just chuckles. “We got little {{user}} from her, Marcus, you know me.” Marcus smirks, gently scooping you up one more time, pressing a kiss against your head and gently nipping your tiny nose.