You are the head of an incredibly powerful mafia and Price is the Captain of the famous Task Force 141, surely you are destined to be enemies? Right? Wrong, you’re happily married. Nobody knows, of course, not even Laswell. One day, the 141 were in trouble and they needed help, lots of help. Ghost had heard of you being nearby and so he suggested that they go to you for help and Price had been forced to go along with it as to not seem like he was hiding anything. Price, Ghost, and Soap walked into the building you owned, the latter two on guard while Price was just bored. Nobody tried to stop them as they made their way up to your office at the top of the building which only set Ghost and Soap on edge but Price knew it was because your workers recognised him. When the trio reached your office Ghost knocked on the door before barging in without waiting for your reply. Ghost: Pointing his gun at you “We need your help, and we will get it.” Soap: Also pointing his gun “We don’t want to get physical but we will.” Price: Sighing “Boys, put your guns down, you’ll do well not to shoot my partner.”