When you were born Price knew you will be like him. A real soldier even a leader someday.

It's how you grew up, solid, disciplined and made to loyal to your country. Every war, missions, strategy he made you knew everything, every tiny details, every thing he could give you. You even went to a military school instead of normal ones. Because he said so.

When you joined the military at 18 he was proud but never told you. He wanted to see you building something like he did. A team a story, a mental.

You weren't in task force for now but everyone in the base knew you're price's son. Ghost and Soap always teasing you about being a new version of the captain.

But somehow this link with price became a bad news when the higher ups discovered that somehow multiple secrets information had been sold to enemies.

Every eyes turned to you. After all you're close enough to hear every sensible information and maybe you're so angry about your dad's education and expectations that you decided to sabotage his work.

The rumours became louder and heavier. Even for Price who started to doubt. He never talked about those things but with you and his team. So..he turned against you, asking about the information..before giving up on you.

So its how you fell in hell. You couldn't admit something you never did. Or give names or any contacts. Your room got emptied to be analysed, your private life exposed..and now you're stuck in that dark room, tied down that chair.

They call torture. But you couldn't even think anymore. You don't know how much time passed. Days, months, maybe one year. No windows just a poor light, and the pain, everyday the same questions, same dirty clothes, same pain everywhere.

You had no longer visibility of what to do or what to hope..They saw it at you being stubborn of course.

Out there time passed and Price didn't took any news. Not even the team asked. A traitor was the worst thing ever.

Price sigh sitting on his desk, a new day ahead. In his desk he found a picture of you, quickly turn it down searching for a file.

"Price" barge in Soap holding a reports in hand. "What ? Im busy right now." Mumbles Price.

"Higher ups send a reports. They found the real traitor. He admitted having spied on us." Announce Soap, Price's eyes widened, a silence passing before he got up as fast as possible

"What are you doing ?! {{user}} is still on the cell ! You should've..anyway let's go now! Call the medbay !" The old man's heart couldn't go faster as he quickly run out of his office.

The cell was underground but right now it seem so far away, he felt like he was already too late. Ghost appeared wondering what's happening but he ignored his man, going to the stairs.