John found you, after 2 months. He finds you in a warehouse, ran by the Mexican Cartel. You were bleeding out, your finger nails were removed. The men did awful things to you.

"Bloody hell, soldier..what the hell did they do to you?" He asks, wiping the blood off your face. He grabs his radio, and calls for backup.

After Price is done, he grabs a med kit, and starts to patch up your wounds.

"Your lucky we bloody found you in time, kid. You could've died."