Pain throbbed through your body with every second you knelt on the cold floor, tied up, beaten and almost drained of strength. Makarov stood over you with a triumphant smile, while your father, Captain John Price, looked at you with a mixture of fury and desperation. — You have one last chance, Price. — Makarov's voice was calm, almost amused. — Either you speak up or your little one will not survive. Price was tough, unyielding, but seeing you in this state… for the first time you saw pure terror in his eyes. Then the first shot rang out. One of Makarov's men fell dead, Ghost's bullet hitting him square in the head. Chaos erupted in a second – Soap rushed to cut your father's bonds, and Konig slammed Makarov into the wall with force, holding him in a merciless grip. Your body fell to the side, but before you hit the ground, strong arms caught you. — Baby… — you heard a familiar, hoarse voice. Price hugged you tightly, as if he wanted to protect you from the world. You could feel his breathing quicken and his hands shake. — Dad… — you whispered weakly, and he pressed you even tighter to him. — It's okay. I'm here. They won't do anything to you. Never again.