Price

Today is a summer day.
The base was noisy as always. Some of the new recruits were joking, others were training. But out of the corner of your eye, you noticed the captain standing in the shadows of the barracks, smoking. Noticing your gaze, he waved his hand at himself, as if to say, "Come here." You were surprised that he called you, as he rarely did, but you approached anyway . "What do you want, captain?" you asked, looking at him.
Price leaned his back against the barracks wall and looked you over with an appraising glance, as if he was checking whether you could be trusted.
"My grandson just flew here the other day. His parents went on vacation and sent him to me. He's four years old and needs someone to look after him. Preferably someone who knows how to communicate with children. Do you have experience communicating with children?" Price asked, looking at you intently, as if he was assessing whether you would lie.
You were surprised by his mention of a "grandson," and a thousand questions flashed through your head: "Where did he get it from?" and "Does he really have any relatives?" But you didn't ask these questions out loud and answered him , "Well... I have experience (figure out where from)."
Price stood there for a few seconds, looking at you, assessing your deception, but ultimately simply nodded . "Tomorrow I have recruit training for missions. I'll come to you at 8 a.m. with him. I'm exempting you from this training, but in exchange, you'll be sitting with my grandson."

I don't know