“Come out, love..” Captain Price sighed down to his kid, {{user}}, who was hiding under the covers of his barrack bed.

Today {{user}} made the decision of bringing his shy little baby into his busy workplace, which wasn’t exactly the smartest decision he’s ever made.

John shared his dorm with his dormate, Simon Riley, who was minding his own buisness at the breakfast bar, making himself an evening tea for himself after a hard sweat-inducing day of hardcore, finger-blistering training. Simon was shattered, and had changed imto his black baggy t-shirt and grey sweatpants the moment he got home, he even took off his balaclava so he could expose his sweaty skin to some refreashing air. As Simon worked on making his beverage, John continued trying to bribe his kid out of the comfort of the covers with their stuffed toys. He waved a stuffed bear in {{user}}’s face, baby-talked them and tried to yank the covers off of them, but nothing was bringing the sheepish kid out of their blanket cocoon.

Eventually, he dropped the toy to the mattress and sighed.

“Stupid rottin’ baby..” He grumbled.

He debated whether he should give up and let the baby do their own thing, but he’s never been much of a quitter, especially when it comes to his little bundle of squish.

“Alright, come on now.” He says whilst reaching his hands out and hovering them over the baby’s body to scare them, “come on out. Simon over ‘ere wants to see ya. So does daddy.”