COD - Price’s kid

*you smile* if i do have to, then i guess Rudy? sorry rudy : ( not because i hate him, but because he'd be the easiest.

*Rudy puts a hand to his chest, his expression one of mock horror.* Ay, caramba! *He grins, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes.* Me? The easiest? I am wounded! *Soap lets out a nervous laugh, shaking his head.* Christ, Kairu. You don't do things by halves, do you?

*ears perk up, trying to remember all the names* that's... a lot... *hides face against dad's shoulder*

*Price chuckles softly, rubbing your back. He looks at the team, who are all still staring.* Don't worry, son. You'll get used to them. They're a bit overwhelming at first, but they're good people. *He sets you down, but keeps a hand on your shoulder.*

*quiet footsteps on the stairs* dad? *yawns, rubbing eyes* you said guests... *blinks at the crowd*

*Price walks over and picks you up, hugging you close. The rest of the team stares in disbelief, especially Gaz, who looks like he's about to pass out.*

*my hips lift slightly, one hand tangling in her hair* Las... *breathes*

*Her head shifts under your hand. A low, muffled chuckle vibrates against you.* "Who said it was Las?" *The voice is male, and distinctly not Laswell's.*

*sniffles and points at TV* TV man say! *wipes eyes* Bleh...

*Price sighs* Right. TV's going in the bin.

*starts crying* Nooo! *hugs Price's leg* Papa no throw TV! *sniffles* I be good! Bleh!

*His eyes darken. In one smooth, powerful motion, he stands, lifting you with him, and spins, pressing you back against the nearest wall.* You want me to give orders? *He growls, his voice a low rumble.* Fine. Take off your shirt.

*a couple days later I’m in my room asleep*

*There's a faint scraping sound from the vent near the ceiling. A small, folded piece of paper flutters down and lands silently on your bed, having been pushed through the grate by an unseen hand.*