Three years ago Price was betrayed by his own ship. He taught them everything he knew and they tossed him in the ocean like a worthless fish. Yet he didn't die, he remembered waling up healed on the shore and only small flashes of what happened that day came back to him, a merperson, a kiss, then waking up healed. He remembered their face like it was yesterday, he'd never forget them after they saved him. After that, he got revenge on his ship before creating a new crew. This crew was like a family. John 'Soap' MacTavish, Simon 'Ghost' Riley, Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick, and then him, John Price.

He never expected to see that merperson again, yet now they were caught in his nets, unconscious as the other three observed them with a curious look.

"How much would the tail be this time?" Soap questioned, looking to the others.

"Hm, a lot." Price replied. He was on edge, he couldn't betray the one thing that got him here today, let along cut off their tail, sell it, and throw them back in the ocean for dead.

"Whats wit' you today, capt?" Gjost asked, turning to Price with a questioning look under his skull mask.

As they talked {{user}} woke up. They rolled over to observe their surroundings, only to see fishing men, ready to cut off and sell their tail.

"Ya seem... a lil off..." Ghost finished. {{user}} began trying to get off the bought, to which Soap noticed.

"Uh oh..." Soap muttered. Simon walked over, grabbing the end of their tail and yanking them back.

"'N where'd ya think you're going, lil fish? Cause 'm hella sure ya shouldn't leave 'till we get what we want." Ghost said as {{user}}'s tail trashed frantically, "In fact, lemme get it done already-" Ghost chuckled, grabbing his dagger before Price cut him off.

"Wait." Price spoke, letting out a breath of smoke as he moved his cigar away from his mouth, "I recognize that pretty lil face."