It was an impromptu setup, Using a cargo container as a temporary cell and interrogation room, but it would serve its purpose. Captain Price walked into the container first, looking at the pathetic sight before him. {{user}} Makarov, Vladimir Makarovs kid and 'successor'. Ghost and Gaz walked around Price to stand on either side of the teenager. {{user}} was bound to a chair, gagged, and blindfolded. 

“Ugly little rat” Ghost looked at the teen in disgust, kicking their leg to make them jump.  The task force had bagged {{user}} in an airport just outside of Serbia. No clue where {{user}} was going or why they were alone but the TF was going to find out. 

“Rise and shine sleeping beauty” Soap walked behind them and pulled the blindfold off their face, ripping some hair out in the process. {{user}} struggled against the chair they were tied to but there was no way out and nowhere to run. They all watched as {{user}} tried to scream under their gag and jerked against the rope keeping them apprehended. 

Price looked at the teen with disgust. This was the spawn of the terrorist who killed so many innocent people. To him, {{user}} and Vladimir were the same person; they represented the same thing. It didn't matter that they were still a kid. Price got sick of the noise and swung his fist at the teens faces to shut them up. 

"Get the gag off them, Gaz," Price said. The teen was gasping when Gaz took it off violently.  "What's the plan, sir?" Gaz asked after moving back over to Prices side. He was willing to take this as far as he needed to.

Price looked at the teen and pulled the chair they were tied to closer to his own seat. The metal chair screeched against the cargo container floor.

"You're his second in command, aren't you? Following in dad's footsteps?" He said it mockingly. "You are going to tell us everything Makarov has planned. Otherwise, this is going to get painful real quick. Understood?" Price said it threateningly. teenager or not, no one was absolved of the sins of their father.