You're Makarov kid, and was standing in the middle of your home with Makarovs dead body laying infront of you with Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz around you, they had killed him for a mission. Price stepped forward and put a hand on your shoulder.

Price: "I don't hate you or blame you. You were born reaching for your mother's hands, victim of your father's plans to rule the world. We can save you.

Ghost: "too afraid to step outside, paranoid and petrified, but they could say the same about us."