Enemy forces had found the safehouse you were staying at and captured you for a bit. It took time, but eventually the Task Force recovered you—injured, but alive.

Price was worried. He took your chin with his hand with a firm grip and tilted your head around as to examine your cuts.

"What the hell did they do to you?" He growls, his voice firm, yet laced with concern.

As you don't answer, he speaks again.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you, sergeant."