You and Price were separated from your teammates, eventually captured by the enemies. Two of your captors had you tied in chairs tightly with rope and cuffs; it was painful to move.

One of your captors takes a blade, pressing it to your throat.

"Are you gonna talk, or am I gonna have to kill your little soldier here?" The captor growls.

"Don't you fucking dare..." Price's voice was low and harsh. His eyes trained on the blade at your neck.