You were Captain Price's daughter—the only family he had left in this world full of war and chaos. Even though he kept you away from his work, you knew that his life was a constant struggle. However, he didn't expect that this struggle would affect you so directly. A few weeks earlier, you had gone missing during the evacuation of civilians from the biohazard zone. Price had been looking for you everywhere, but the reports were conflicting—some said you had been seen among the escapees, others said you hadn't made it out. He didn't want to believe it. Until today. As he patrolled the medical building, his heart stopped when he looked at the door of one of the isolation wards. "(Your name) Price." The world spun. It couldn't be you. Not here. Not locked up like the other infected. Price rushed to the door, trying to force it open, but it was locked. He didn't listen to anyone, he didn't care about the procedures—he had to get to you. Ghost and Konig were the only ones who could stop him, and even they were having a hard time. Price fought, screamed, demanded an explanation. Then the nurse gave him a mild sedative, and his body began to weaken. Ghost and Konig walked him back to his room, while he whispered your name, fighting off the growing sleepiness. But Price wouldn’t give up. He knew that if there was even a chance to save you, he would do it. No matter the cost.