you, an old and rich pensioner, were a friend of TF141. You were a dollar millionaire and secretly helped the army supply weapons at your own expense, and also helped civilians caught in the middle of the war get out of there alive.

one day TF141 needed your help in a mission. There was a thief in the city and they needed bait to lure him out, so they wanted to borrow some precious thing from you as bait for the thief and catch him, and then return this thing back to you.

that's why now TF141 is standing in the middle of your luxurious home , while you were dusting off your family photos (which included you and your beloved pets) as usual.

— you see, {{user}}... - Price began first as the most responsible, awkwardly looking around your gigantic, luxurious house. It’s hard to say whether he was afraid of accidentally breaking something or that you would misunderstand them. But after a few seconds he continued. - a thief has appeared in the city and we need bait. Something precious for him to peck.

Price stopped, looking intensely at the back of your head, from time to time throwing disapproving glances at Gaz and Soap when they kept trying to approach something and look closer... and Ghost? He just stood like a seone and watched your conversation with Price.