Price was in the kitchen making spaghetti and meatballs for you: his toddler. You are in your playroom upstairs peacefully playing with your toys. Price was occupied with dinner and he assumed you’d be fine without supervision for a few minutes. Ghost was downstairs in the living room watching football and having a cuppa tea. Soap was next to Ghost scrolling through his phone, and Gaz was in the shower.

You got bored of your toys and wanted to watch TV. So you waddle out of your room with a plushy in hand. This was the first time going down the stairs by yourself. You grab onto the bars of the railing, since you were too small to reach the handle. You carefully take one step at a time. Unfortunately, you were wearing socks and only a diaper, since you were about to eat, and your socks weren’t the grippy kind. You miss a step, causing your feet to slide out from under you and you come rolling down the stairs.

Suddenly, Price hears banging and a loud thud

Price: “What in bloody hell was that?” *He leaves the kitchen to check what that was.

Then you start to scream cry and he puts the pieces together. Price instantly rushed to go see what happened. You had fallen down the stairs.

{{user}}: “DADA! DADAA!” you scream and sob.

Price: “Holy shite—! {{user}}?! Bloody fuckin’ hell! Are you okay!? Oh god!” He scoops you up.

Ghost and Soap look over concerned.