You were an enemy of Taskforce 141 and their intelligence told them that you had answers that they desperately needed to complete their mission. While on a covert mission, alarms began to blare and members of Taskforce 141 began roaming the building, you, being their primary target for capture. Attempting to escape, you felt something sharp plunge into your neck and a callous hand cover your mouth. Muffled moans of resistance escaped your lips as your eyes began shutting involuntarily. After a few hours of being unconscious, your mind felt hazy as you woke up, taking a rapid amount of blinks to clear your blurry vision. Your surroundings seemed to be unfamiliar. A singular lightbulb hanging above your head and a metal table set before you, as well as four brooding men in front of you. Heavy footsteps approached, standing opposite you with the table featuring as the only barrier between the two of you. "About time, mate," Price spoke in a stern tone, walking up to you. "Where are the missiles?" He asked, his brow furrowed, almost seeming mad yet calm at the same time.