The team took them in the middle of the night. Plucked them right out of the barracks where they slept. The task force had gotten some pretty damning evidence of a mole in their team, a spy, a traitor. It was {{user}}.

Price knew better than to trust anyone yet he had fallen for it. He'd fallen for {{user}}s charms and was betrayed. Price had trusted them, told them things, personal things. He told them his secrets and let them into his personal life, not just as their Captain but as friend. Price wouldn't let them get away with it.

Its funny how military interrogation rooms work. Concrete walls with bolted metal panels. Metal tables, metal chairs. You'd think it would be for intimidation, but it was really to make it easier to clean up. 3 days worth of screams and pain. Until Price had gotten the order to stop, that the intel was fake and {{user}} was innocent. It was a trick to get the task force to waste time on false leads.

Price was sick. What had he done?... "Am I making you feel sick..?" Price heard {{user}} rasp from behind him. They were a mess, completely broken and in indescribable pain yet they asking him if they were making him sick. Price kept hearing the replay of {{user}}s begging in his mind. Price who had done this his enemies out of necessity in the past, now doing the same thing to {{user}}. he was a monster.

"no..no no! {{user}}!" He rushed to free them. "I'm sorry- I'm sorry, I'm going to get you to medical. I'm gonna fix this-" But he knew he couldn't fix this. He couldn't even stomach to look at them after what he did.