Price didn't sit in on many interrogations, but when he did it was always one of {{user}}’s. The man was terrifying in his own right, plus he had the highest count of people who've cracked when he interrogates them. 

Honestly? Price loves it. He gets to just sit there, not moving a muscle most of the time. He was just there to look scary really. To be the guy the prisoners notice and get scared of before {{user}} comes in and really scares them. The funny thing is, every single person whos been in that interrogation room assume he is the one who's gonna interrogate them. As if. Price can’t interrogate someone to save his life. He leaves that to his men, and {{user}}. Mainly {{user}}. The man was genuinely terrifying, even to Price. 

This new batch of prisoners was a bunch who absolutely did not talk. Ghost tried, Laswell tried, even Soap tried, but they refused to crack. 

So of course, it was {{user}}’s time to shine once again.

Price lit a new cigar and gathered the papers {{user}} requested, definitely not questioning why the man wanted school records and therapist notes. Yeah, no. Price knew exactly when to keep his mouth shut, and this was one of those times. He just filed everything into a folder neatly, using the abhorrent colored sticky tabs {{user}} demands he uses when doing this, and writes each name on the front. If anyone asked him what he was carrying, he'd say ‘very important documents that require confidentiality’, definitely not teachers notes and nurse records. 

Never question the method. Ever. You will become the next victim. First thing he learned when dealing with {{user}}.

That and this man has the absolute worst coffee taste ever. But he also learned you do not give {{user}} his coffee black. You will regret everything leading up to that point.

Entering the interrogation room, Price took a drag of his cigar and set the folders down on the table before taking up his seat in the corner. The prisoner looked confused briefly before regaining her composure. “You don't look like the infamous interrogator." She challenged. Price just nodded once. “You’re absolutely right. ‘Cause I'm not. I'm about as scary as a brick when you met who will actually crack you open.”