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Kyle grew up an older brother. His two little sisters were the best thing that happened to him. He grew up caring for them and helping them. At the age of 12 he tested as a neutral. Amelia presented early as a toddler little and Evie presented around 14 as a little leaning flip. So, of course his needs got pushed to the side sometimes. He found himself often giving up his stuff for them. He loved them with all his heart.

He took that trait with him as he grew older. He joined the military and it just stuck around. When he'd first joined in basic, only caregivers and neutrals were allowed. Littles, pets and flips in the military or any other dangerous job was unheard of.

He'd give any snacks out of his care packages, help other people in basic even as it earned him ridicule. But he couldn't just see someone struggling and not help. It wasn't him, no matter what other habits basic broke out of him.

Then he joined the 141.

He loved the men on his team like they were brothers.

When he learned that Simon was taking suppressants and using scent patches to suppress his little tendencies, he was devastated. Simon was one of his best friends and it hurt to see him harming himself.

He wasn't a caregiver, but he did anything he could to help with Simon's recovery. Whether that was babysitting Simon when John needed a break or keeping Johnny company when Price was busy. He loved hanging out with Johnny. Getting to play and cuddle with the little calmed him in some way, neutral or not. It felt good to take care of someone, even if it drained him. It reminded him of his home and of his sisters.

Simon took a lot of care while he recovered and Kyle knew that. Johnny knew that too and it was harder for him than it was for Kyle. He was used to a lot of the caregiver of the groups attention being on him. But after Simon's crash and subsequent drop sickness, Price immediately stepped over and took over as Simon's caregiver as well. He certainly didn't stop caring for Johnny, but a lot of his attention was placed on Simon now too.

Kyle did his best to do anything to mitigate it for Johnny. He spent any time with him he could, spending his evenings playing with him or simply just petting his head and letting him cry away his frustrations.

But Kyle had to admit it was kind of hard on him too. He'd always heard the saying, "You can't pour from an empty cup" but he never really thought that it applied to him. He thought he'd always have something to give. He was better than burnout, he was better than needing someone to care for him.

When Simon started feeling steadier and more confident in his regression, Price planned an outing. An aquarium visit just for them.

Kyle was excited. He had always loved things to do with the ocean and water. His mom always called him a water baby as a kid when he wouldn't get out of the pool.

He spent the whole time in line while they were waiting to get in bouncing on the balls of his feet, looking more excited than the two actual regressors. He wanted to see the sea otters and he wanted to pet the manta rays and-

"Can we see the rays first?" Gaz asked Price, rocking on his feet.

"Sorry, mate, I promised Johnny we'd go see the sharks first." Price apologizes, focused on trying to get a regressed Simon to hold still in the wagon he's pulling him around in. "But after, we can." He promised.

Gaz deflated a little, trying not to let the disappointment show on his face. "Oh, yeah.. that's fine!" He said. Sharks were definitely cool, he tried to reassure himself on the walk to the shark tank. He let his eyes wander on the different tanks of fish that they passed. He briefly caught of glimpse of the manta ray exhibit in the middle of the square and he tried not to think about, quickly looking away.

Johnny was absolutely enamored by the sharks when they arrived, pointing and giggling excitedly. "Look!" He exclaimed, as close to the glass as he could get. Price pulled the wagon up for Simon and stood next to it. The tank area was crowded for the shark's feeding time.

Kyle did his best to push through, mumbling "excuse me's" and trying to stand on his tippy-toes to look over people. But he just couldn't see very well. It wasn't fair! He wanted to see it too! He tried not to pout as he did his best to view the show through the cracks of the crowd. He tried even harder not to cry when the feeding ended and he barely got to see anything.

Kyle quickly wiped the wetness from his eyes before Price and the others found him. He wasn't a baby. He was grown, he shouldn't be crying over something as little as not seeing some sharks eat. What was wrong with him?

He spotted the rest of his group making their way over and he met them in the middle.

"Ky, that was so cool!" Johnny said, pulling on his shirt and grinning like it was the best thing in the world.

Kyle smiled at him. "Yeah buddy, that was awesome, huh?" He said, feeling bad he didn't have as much enthusiasm with the kid like he normally did. Maybe seeing the rays would help.

"Can we see the rays, now?" Kyle asked Price. Price immediately looked sheepish at the reminder of his earlier promise. "Shi- shoot. Simon, he wanted to go through the underwater tunnel. It's just right there." He frowned, looking between Kyle and the entrance to the tunnel.

"We can see the rays first." Price said.

Kyle felt guilty. Simon was the little one, he should get first pick.

"No, it's okay," He said quickly. "We can do the underwater tunnel."

Price sighed softly, like he was relieved to hear the news. "Okay. Thanks, Kyle." He said, patting his shoulder.

He tried not to drag his feet too much as they went through the tunnel. Simon enoyed it immensely, giggling anytime a ray or particularly large fish went overhead. Johnny was busy trying to spot the sharks or the biggest fish he could find.

Kyle truly did his best to enjoy it but it was hard when the disappointment coursed through his veins. He knew that Simon and Johnny were small. He knew that he wasn't. It hurt that he didn't get to be taken care of too.

At the end of tunnel, Simon started whining. He pushed down his disappointment as he knelt down with Price, both of them trying to figure out what was wrong with the baby. When they were able to decipher that he was just hungry, Kyle couldn't help the anger that flooded back even stronger.

He was good! He's done everything Price asked lately, he's helped take care of everyone, why couldn't he just go see the rays! He didn't try to hide the stomping feet and crossed arms as they navigated to the café the aquarium held.

He knew he was acting childish and he felt horrible. He wasn't a child. He knew he wasn't a child. He felt like a child.

Lunch made him feel a little better, having something substantial inside his stomach. He'd skipped breakfast after being too excited to eat.

He mumbled to Price that he was going to find a bathroom. It was easy to find his way there, weaving through crowds with ease. But when he emerged he swore the whole park changed around him.

He looked around, trying to see if he saw anything familiar but it all looked wrong. Too big and unfamiliar. He tried to remember which way that he came from. Was it the left? Or maybe it was the right?

He flinched as someone pushed him out of the bathroom doorway, heart beating out of his chest. He tried to take a calming breath. He chose to go left, looking around for the café that they were eating at.

He didn't remember the name of it to ask anybody. He didn't remember which direction it was in. His legs felt numb and shaky as he kept walking, his heart continuing to pound harder and harder the longer he couldn't find his friends.

Did they leave him? He didn't think they'd leave him. Maybe his additude was too much. They thought that he was acting too childish.

He pulled his phone out but it was hard to see the screen through the tears that blurred his vision. He tried to open it but his fingers felt stiff. He didn't remember Price's number anyways.

Kyle missed the man in front of him until he'd collided with his chest. He'd normally be more steady and more sure of his movements. But he stumbled backwards with a whimper, his phone flying out of his hands. It hit the ground with a loud crack.

"Sorry!" He squeaked, hands out apologetically. He'd bumped into someone 'cause he wasn't paying attention! How pathetic could he be?

"Hey, hey, it's okay," He heard an American voice in front of him speak. "My name is Gary. Are you okay?"

"I'm lost!" Kyle sniffled, wiping his eyes. "I wanted to see the rays and Price kept saying no! And the- and the otters!" He inhaled sharply, trying to catch his breath. "So I went to the bathroom cause I was bad and I got lost!"

He didn't get lost. Grown-ups didn't get lost. Price would be so disappointed in him. A fresh round of tears started up at the thought.

"Oh, dove." Gary said, setting a hand on his shoulder and guiding him to a nearby bench.

"'m not little." Kyle whimpered, letting himself be sat down. "Not a dove."

"You're not?" Gary asked, trying not to let the unconvinced tone come out in his voice. "Well, I can still help you. Where are you trying to go?" He asked.

"I lost my friends." Kyle scrubbed at his face with his sleeve and Gary tried not to wince at the sight. "We was- were eating at the café. I can't find it." He stood up suddenly, as if realizing something. "My phone!"

Gary quickly sat him back down. "I think it fell over there buddy, I'll grab it." He said softly, standing and grabbing his phone from where it fell. He inspected the spider-webbed cracks across the screen and winced as he sat down.

"Do you know your friends number?" Gary asked.

Kyle shook his head and sniffled. "No. Don't remember." He bit his lip nervously. "What if they forget about me?" He asked.

Gary's face softened. "I don't think they'll forget about you," He said gently. "I think we just need to go look for them, okay?"

Kyle nodded seriously, like it was one of his missions. He was gonna find his friends.

Gary held out a hand for Kyle and he took it, pulling himself up. He didn't let go of it but Gary didn't mind, continuing to hold his hand as they walked through the park.

"What do your friends look like? What's their names?" Gary asked, looking at the boy.

"Well, Price is tall and he's got a funny hat. And um- Simon has a wagon!" Kyle rambled about anything he could about his friends.

Gary listened intently, scanning the park with what limited details he had. He turned when he heard a sudden shout.

"Kyle!"

Kyle jolted and immediately turned towards Price. His eyes locked onto him a few feet away and he darted into his chest, arms wrapping around his waist tightly.

Price grunts at the sudden pressure, confused but quickly wrapping his arms around him. He softens a little when he sees Kyle's shoulders shaking. "Hey, hey, Kyle? What's wrong, mate?" He asked.

"I didn't mean to get lost!" Kyle cried, looking up at Price.

Price's eyes wide a little at his tone. The slight slur, the softness. He sounds… little. He smells little.

Kyle continues his rant, burying his face in Price's chest. "I didn't know which way to go! I didn't know if it was left or right! And I dropped my phone and didn't know your number and-" he stopped to gasp for breath. "I thought you forgot me!"

Price set a hand on the back of his neck, squeezing gently. "Hey, you're getting yourself all worked up hun." He moved the hand to the back of his head. "Forget you? Kyle, I'd never forget you. We'd never forget you." He said with a sad smile.

Gary cleared his throat, making his presence known. "Hi. My name is Gary. My friends call me Roach. Here's his phone, he broke it," he handed the device over. "I think you should take him to see the sting rays." He said, gently patting a hand on Price's shoulder.

Price's face softened and he looked down at Kyle. "Is that right? You wanna go see the sting rays?" He asked.

Kyle nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah! I wanna see the rays! And we gotta see the otters!" He said, immediately pulling him towards the ray exhibit, looking at Johnny for support who nodded too.

Price chuckled but stopped him with a hand to the shoulder, bending down a little to look him in the eyes. "We'll go see them Kyle, I promise. I swear, this time." He nodded. "But after, we're gonna talk, okay?"

Kyle tried not to wilt but nodded. "Mhm. Okay. Can we go now?" He pleaded, pulling on his arm.

Price conceded, pulling Simon's wagon with one arm and being pulled by Kyle with the other.

"It splashed me!" Kyle squealed after the manta came up to the side, splashing water against his shirt. He giggled as he reached down and touched the top of its head with gentle fingers.

Johnny was giggling with similar enthusiasm, jumping up and down as he let his hands glide over the swimming rays.

Simon was content to watch the rays swim around and around, only reaching out to touch one at Johnny and Kyle's begging. He squealed and giggled after and John's heart melted, seeing all three of his boys having such a good time.

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Despite popular belief, Simon Riley was open about his status as a little. He was good at ignoring any comments about having a little work for the military. The times were changing and protocols were added to bases. But there were always still closed-minded people. He knew his boundaries; he would regress when he needed to. Much to everyone on the 141's chagrin, it was alone, but there was no changing the stubborn man's mind.

He had his softer moments with the team. When he would get a little fuzzier around the edges, all slurred words and soft touches. But he'd never go so far as to drop in front of them. He'd retreat to his room as soon as he felt it, leaving the Johnny, Price and Kyle feeling out of touch and worried.

But Simon liked his little routine. He liked to think that he was doing well. He'd lock his door behind himself. Turn off the big light and turn on his lamp. He preferred the soft light on his eyes.

He'd change into something soft, usually pajama pants and a hoodie. He preferred hoodies because he could chew on the strings. He didn't like to use baby things. It reminded him of when he was first classified. His father's voice as he was handed the classification papers that read, 'infant (0-3).' The way his father beat him black and blue and made sure he knew he would never act that young around him.

He took it with him when he left to never be that young again. He had learned the hard way he couldn't go without his regression forever. So he learned to regress older. To be a child was safer than being a baby. It was easier to pull himself out of an older head space than it was when he was littler.

So he stuck with the bare minimum. Adult clothes that happened to be soft and kids shows on YouTube. Chewing on his hoodie strings and napping through his regression. There was always that soft pull in the back of his mind, but over time it got easier to ignore. Or maybe he just got better at living with it.

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The first time that Simon crashed around the 141 was a shit show.

The mission was a bust from the beginning. Bad Intel and worse conditions. Sweltering heat and a sandy desert and Simon absolutely hated the heat.

He despised the way his balaclava clung to his face and stole his breath and the way his gaiter rubbed against his neck. But he worked through it, live he always did. It was easy to push to the side during missions.

It was a little harder on the ride back, though. They'd lost three of their men, three privates loaned from the Marines to help. He couldn't help but feel responsible. He was over watch this time, wasn't he? It was his job to watch over them. Now all their families would get is a flag and their dog tag. A body to bury if they were lucky enough.

He finally tore the neck gaiter off, the fabric ripping loudly in the tense silence of the plane. Heads snapped in his direction, eyebrows furrowed in worry. He ignored it. He didn't need their worry. He was fine. He was hot. He just wanted the neck gaiter off.

It didn't last long before his mask came off next, the plastic off the hard shell clattering against the floor. It wasn't a surprise to the team to see his face anymore. His chest heaved as he panted, trying to catch his breath. He was so hot. Why was this plane so hot? He didn't understand.

He heard footsteps and then the soft rumble of Price's voice. The same voice that he used whenever Johnny regressed. It didn't make sense to Simon. He wasn't regressing. "Simon… take a breath." Price said, placing a hand on his shoulder. Simon flinched, wide eyes jerking towards Price. He tried to make out Price's face in his blurry vision.

His head felt so fuzzy. Everything around him felt so big. He couldn't ever remember feeling like this. He felt… scared. He tried to talk but all that escaped was a soft whimper. Price's face softened.

The plane rumbled with turbulence and Simon grabbed the netting behind him, eyes wide and terrified. He wanted his room. He wanted his comfy pajamas and his hoodie with the chewed up strings and-

"Simon…" He sighed, trying to figure out how to calm down the little one in front of him. Touch seemed to trigger him. "Hey, buddy, look at me." He said softly.

Simon looked at him, eyes darting as around nervously. His usual grace was gone and he wobbled precariously with every bump of the plane despite his grip on the wall. Before Price could process it, the plane rattled as it hit another bout of turbulence and Simon's grip slipped, the little tumbling to the floor faster than Price could grab him.

Price jumped up quickly, hands hovering. "Simon?!"

The plane rumbled with turbulence and Simon grabbed the netting behind him, eyes wide and terrified. He wanted his room. He wanted his comfy pajamas and his hoodie with the chewed up strings and-

"Simon…" He sighed, trying to figure out how to calm down the little one in front of him. Touch seemed to trigger him. "Hey, buddy, look at me." He said softly.

Simon looked at him, eyes darting as around nervously. His usual grace was gone and he wobbled precariously with every bump of the plane despite his grip on the wall. Before Price could process it, the plane rattled as it hit another bout of turbulence and Simon's grip slipped, the little tumbling to the floor faster than Price could grab him.

Price jumped up quickly, hands hovering. "Simon?!"

Simon's eyes were wide. He was silent, looking up at Price as he tried to catch the breath that had been knocked out of him. He inhaled sharply before letting out the ear-piercing wail of a fully-dropped infant that every caregiver recognized so well.

Price was knocked out of his shock and immediately knelt down and scooped Simon into his arms, adjusting the little into his lap. "Oh Simon, oh baby." He cooed softly, pulling his head into his chest with a hand on the back of his head.

Simon sobbed into his shirt, his shoulders trembling. It hurt! It was hard to think about anything but the warm arms around him and the buzzing of the plane as he cried. The fuzziness in his head felt like it had fully taken over and all that was left was static.

Price rocked and cooed, rubbing Simon's back with one and stroking his head with the other. By the time the plane landed, his sobs had trailed off to quiet hiccups as he caught his breath.

It wasn't hard to get Johnny and Kyle to return their gear so he could take care of this baby. He tried to help Simon stand, but his knees immediately wobbled, collapsing under him. He lifted Simon in his arms with a soft groan. It took a moment of adjustment but he finally got him in a position so they could walk.

He carried Simon to his own room, unlocking his door with the emergency key he isn't sure that Simon knows he has. He lays the boy down gently on the bed.

Simon stares up at him with big, wide eyes, chewing softly on his fingers. Price melts a little at the sight. "Oh, you're just a little one, aren't you!" He murmured softly.

"I don't suppose you can tell me if you have any supplies lying around?" He asked himself, looking around the drawers in Simon's room. He opened the closet. Then the desk drawers. He peeled under the bed. His heart broke a little when he couldn't find anything.

He looked over at Simon, who was watching him. Did he always regress this young alone? With nothing? It hurt him to think about.

He dug out the softest clothes he could find, laying them out on the desk. He turned and looked at Simon. "You want a bath, little one? You're kinda stinky." He teased playfully. Simon giggled at him, nose scrunched. Price took it as a yes and picked him up off the bed. He carried him into the adjoining bathroom.

He held him on his hip as he turned the handles, making sure the water was the right temperature. He didn't want it too cold or too warm. When he was sure it was right, he set Simon down, making sure to hold him upright so he didn't slip under. He knew Simon was just little, after all.

Price made quick work of washing the sand and sweat off of Simon, using the foul-smelling 3-in-one that he had. He made note to make sure to get him something better soon. As soon as he was sure Simon was clean, he lifted the boy from the tub and sat him on the toilet seat. He toweled off his hair and then wrapped it around him, lifting him back onto his hip.

"We're gonna have to get you some towels, love." He said, bouncing him as he walked. Simon let his head drop onto Price's shoulder. "Get you some hoods. What do you think? Maybe… a lamb?" He asked, setting him on the bed and grabbed his clothes.

Price continued to talk as he dressed him. Simon watched with half-lidded eyes, his entire focus on Price. "You wanna be my little lamb?" He teased, leaning down to kiss his forehead. Simon smiled and giggled.

As he finished slipping the long sleeved shirt over his head, Simon yawned, his lashes fluttering. Price knew it had been a little day and the crash had taken a lot out of him. But he didn't want to let Simon sleep on a big bed like this, not when he was little enough he could roll off.

He did the only thing he could think of, climbing in with the little and resting Simon's head in his lap. Simon immediately adjusted to the position with a content sigh. Price smiled softly at the sight and pulled the blanket over him. He ran his fingers through Simon's hair, eyes on him as he watched his body relax and his breathing even out.

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John "Soap" Mactavish and hearing aids

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No i havent outgrown it because i had great taste at 7 years old

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Gaz and dinosaurs

Requests are open!!

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what if someone were to sit with me while i played with (lined up and organized by animal) my stuffies and listened to me talk about each one and called me their bug and their love

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im in love with these silly knitted dogs

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Usahana Colorful Stimboard 🌸🌈

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💛–🌻–☀️

💙–🫐–🫧

Requested by : anon 🌷☁️

Xoxo– CozyCotton 🪵🌱

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these are my dialogue options when you talk to me btw

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can u make mi an ikea alien themed moodboard plis🥺

ofc :P

i hope u like it :3

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Summer German shepherd moodboard

Requests are open!!!

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Ghost and Nikolai lamb regressor board

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fitting perfectly in the arms of mama

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He's good at being alone.

From the time he was learning to walk, there was no cheering, no greeting as he stumbled to his mum's leg. It was quiet. A little Simon Riley taking tumbles around sharp objects and getting bruised up, but barely doing so much as crying; as if his brain already knew there wouldn't be anyone to pick him up.

He was taught that lesson over and over. No one would be there. It was just him, stumbling through a life he didn't understand, with people he didn't know. There wasn't ever a chance to reach for them. Could he ever have tried?

After so long, he preferred it that way. No one stood in front of him, blocking his path, there was only one way for him to go. Forward until his legs gave in and his blood seeped into the ground around him.

His knees buckled first, before any bullet ever clipped through his fragile skin. In the middle of the hall, between his and the captain's room. Too late to stop himself from falling, he barely stops his head from slamming into the cold tile.

Like a little lamb, he can't pick himself up off the floor again, knees shaking and his legs won't hold his weight.

He preferred to be alone, but something claws at his chest, screams in his head until he's falling and his vision is blurry and he can't breathe. It would be easier to be alone, to crawl back to the room he just stumbled from, but he can't do anything but stare and tear up at the ground holding him.

Simon Riley knows that feeling. The one that envelopes him and pulls him deeper and deeper. He felt it when he was younger, a symptom of something he hoped would go away in time that only got worse and worse. It takes him under in a matter of seconds until Ghost is all gone and it's just little Simon staring up at his mum again from the bars of his tiny crib.

His hands try to claw and push at the floor to get up but every last bit of energy feels drained from him, he shakes until he gives in and lays there. Weak, waiting. A baby, unable to stand but unable to let out a cry for help.

He's silent as he waits. Is he hoping it'll stop first, or someone would find him?

Either way, he lays there, shivering against the ground, whimpering at the cold contact of the floor against his skin that feels so agonizingly familiar.

He lays there for minutes, maybe hours, before the door closest creaks open and bits of light hit him directly in the face.

Through a glossy haze, he can make out his captain standing in the doorway, looking down at him. And yet, he still can't make a sound. He can't push himself off the floor.

"Ghost?" John calls. "Simon?" He adds, more urgently as he kneels down to the shivering body on the floor. Though he should ask first, he doesn't hesitate to reach out and give some support to Simon's head.

All Simon can get out is a broken whimper beyond the mask on his face. He can only lay there.

"Cmon, up, love, that cold floor isn't any good for you..." Price doesn't wait for a hum or a nod, he pulls the massive man off the floor and adjusts him in his arms like he fits just perfectly in his grasp, like that was where Simon belonged.

And for the first time, Simon cries when he's set down somewhere else. He cries and cries until he's picked back up and cradled like he could ever possibly deserve that kindness.

The soft words John speaks to him feel like a blanket being wrapped around him. Coaxing him into full breaths and promising he won't leave. Out of everyone, he should know John won't leave. Every so often, Simon saw the other two, regressed, being cared for by the captain as if that was his job and his hands weren't covered in blood. Simon trusts those bloodied hands more than his own.

Like this, with Price, it doesn't feel like the weight of the world is on him. It doesn't feel like his gentle eyes are judging, or pushing, it feels safe. It feels so warm.

He doesn't want to be alone.

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Baby! Gaz in a teething phase

Gaz had never gotten his wisdom teeth removed. It wasn't a big deal, wasn't something he even thought about, until he did.

Price noticed it during a mission debrief, thinking it may be a new sign of his regression, but he could tell it was something more. Gaz was focused on chewing on his pen, biting down on it hard enough that the plastic was creaking. But Price notices how he switches it back and forth.

Back and forth. Back and forth.

From one side of his mouth to the other, a deep furrow in his brow as he chews away. He calls the meeting, watching everyone leave and following after Gaz when he leaves. He keeps his distance, not wanting him to feel followed, but Gaz hears him anyway, whipping around to stare at him.

"You alright?" Price asks softly as he walks over and gently pats Gaz on the shoulder, watching the smaller man's headspace begin to slip in. Gaz whimpers, raising the pen back toward his lips, whining when Price stops him and fixes him with a firmer look. "Ah, wait, buddy, tell me what's wrong." Price encourages, Gaz's eyes filling with tears.

"Teeth hurt, Papa. Hurt." He whimpers, opening his mouth and pointing at his teeth. Price furrows his eyebrows, tilting his head back so he can look. He didn't see any blood, no teeth missing, but he could see at least one growing wisdom tooth.

"Did you ever get your wisdom teeth taken out, buddy?" Price asks softly, rubbing Gaz's cheek gently, watching him lean into the touch. He shakes his head immediately, hiccuping as Price begins to massage where his jaw is probably aching. "Well, that's probably why, buddy... when they're growin, they hurt." He hums quietly, pulling Gaz close and placing a kiss on his forehead.

"Make it stop, Papa!" Gaz hiccups, stomping his foot slightly. Aged up Gaz could handle many wounds without so much as a tear. But baby Gaz is not one for being in pain, and it breaks Price's heart.

"I can't promise anything, buddy. Can I pick you up?" Gaz nods immediately, and Price scoops him up onto his hip. Price bounces him softly as he walks, knowing Gaz needs to be soothes. The first stop was the kitchen, digging through the freezer for a teething ring and letting out a satisfied hum when he found it.

"Open up bubs, try this." Price offers the teething ring, Gaz eagerly taking it and stuffing the cold ring in between his teeth. He lets out a squeak as it touches his teeth, but almost immediately coos at the sensation. "Ohhh yeah? That's all we needed, hmm?" Price asks teasingly, heading to Soaps barracks.

"Mmhmm." Gaz coos, head nuzzling into Price's shoulder and feeling even happier when he sees Soap and Ghost.

With his teeth momentarily forgotten, Price sets a soothed Gaz into Simon's lap. "Hey, look after em for just a second. I'm calling to get him an appointment for his teeth." Price tells him, Simon chuckling in response as he gestures to his lap full of giant toddlers.

"Ain't going anywhere any time soon." Simon sighs, settling down to cuddle with the two littles. Price chuckles as well, shaking his head fondly as he takes his phone out.

He was truly rich in life.