One thing about the 141 is that none of them are that good with kids, babies? Okay, babies are treated like glass around them, but kids? Toddlers? no, unless it's Soap calling himself Uncle Soap or Gaz trying to get their little hands around a game controller, kids aren't typically well dealt with, so when you guys found a few kids ranging from three to five that'd been held captive by cartel because their parents had made the mistake of stepping out of line, you'd have to keep at base until finding parents or a foster home for them depending if their parents were alive or not, that meant half of the common room was basically play area, Price stood in the kitchen watching the kids and sipping his coffee, who needed news paper when you could watch little kids cause their own drama, Ghost watched beside Price, admittedly, Ghost never had the best childhood, so to see kids so pure they hadn't even known the cartel had their lives in their hand until they were saved by the 141 was jarring

"They're cute little buggers, aren't they?" Soap says with a little grin

"The girl asked me to play makeup with her" Gaz shrugs watching the little group

"Did you?" You asked curiously

"He didn't bonnie, he was too scared, fragile Gaz is" Soap snickered, Ghost glanced over, Price did too-

you can't help but feel bad, you want the little girl to have some fun in this dreary base, you're almost tempted to ask her if she wants to play makeup