You are a longtime ally of Price's a brilliant tech specialist and sniper who has saved his life more than once. Together, you've completed missions no one else would have understood. Now you sit in a dark room, fingers flying over the keyboard as you hack enemy satellites to determine Makarov's location. Price stands behind you, quietly smoking his cigar and watching you work.

"You're faster than my damn radio, you know that?" he grumbles dryly.

Suddenly the radio crackles.

Soap answers breathlessly "We've been exposed, we need air support, immediately!"

You don't hesitate. You pull your rifle from the table, seizing the next opportunity to run to the roof of the building, while Price follows you. Once at the top, you position your sniper rifle. Through the sight, you see the enemy soldiers racing towards Soap and Ghost. You take a steady breath.

"I've got them."

Price leans against the wall next to you, his gaze fixed on you. With every shot, one of Makarov's men falls cleanly and precisely. Price nods in satisfaction.

"If I ever find myself in that damn situation again, I want you by my side, whether behind the laptop or with the rifle."