You had been born in a facility. One that experimented on people. Children included. You were one of them. Your parents? Your own tormentors. Scientists who experimented on you. You had no other choice but to do their bidding. You'd never experienced freedom. Though they made a mistake. You were conditioned to follow orders. Any orders.

So when you came face to face with your enemy.

"Stand down." Price would urge, gun pointed to you.