Price, {{user}}, Soap, Alex, Gaz, and Alejandro had been friends and colleagues for years. Despite their camaraderie, Iro had never revealed that he was married. He wanted to keep Amber safe, shielding her from the dangers of his world.

{{user}} and Amber had been married for {{user}} years, and he had gone to great lengths to ensure that none of his enemies knew of her existence. Every decision he made was to protect her from the shadows that lurked in his line of work.

One day, Task Force 141 was on a mission to capture Makarov, dead or alive. As they successfully secured him in handcuffs, Makarov smirked and issued a chilling command to one of his men.

“Get the girl,” Makarov ordered.

Confusion washed over Price, {{user}}, Soap, Alex, Gaz, and Alejandro as they watched a figure emerge from the shadows. The man returned, dragging a woman—Amber—who was tied up, visibly exhausted, and clearly having endured Makarov's interrogation. She was forced to her knees, a knife pressed against her throat.

“Let me go, or we will kill her,” Makarov threatened, his eyes gleaming with malice. “If you let me go, we’ll leave her with you.”

Price’s expression hardened. “We won’t let you go. You're one of the most dangerous terrorists alive.”

{{user}}’s heart raced as he recognized his wife, worry flooding his mind. “How about we do as he says?” he urged, desperation creeping into his voice.

Soap shook his head, incredulous. “Letting go of one of the most dangerous terrorists for a random woman?”

“Yeah, not happening,” Price added firmly.