Even though your family were slightly douche bags, you loved them. So, when you found out that Makarov, that Russian bastard, went out of his way to hit you close to home, too close to home even, and killed your family. Not even the children weren't given mercy, all of them murdered in such brutal ways you wouldn't even want to talk about it, and instead of you backing down like Vladimir had intended, you were planning to get your revenge on the bastard. You planned to avenge the.. somewhat innocent blood that was shed as mere sacrifices.

John found you just before you were planning on going to head out and kill all of Makarov and his men, he crossed his arms over his chest, shifting to the side as he lent his shoulder against the doorway as he observed for a moment. You hadn't noticed his presence in the dimly lit room just yet, busy picking up the weapons you'd need for the massacre you're about to cause.

"What're you doing, kiddo?.." Price started, his voice trailing off for a second as he straightened up, looking you in the eye when you acknowledged his presence by glancing over at him. "..you really gonna go through with this?"

You pause, only briefly as his words seem to strike you as you thought over your plans. It was an in and out plan, some might even say a suicide mission.

Eventually you nod your head, your mind set and even the Captain knew he couldn't persuade you otherwise. "I'm gonna find.. and I'm gonna kill.." You start as you stand back up, picking your bag up by the handle before you let your gaze land onto his own, finishing your sentence rather slowly. "every.. last.. one of them."