your dad was a big head in the Mexican cartel, and recently you and your dad had been on the run since TF141 hunting your down, that was until one morning you find yourself alone in the motel… your dad left you alone and the doors sprung open and a bunch of spec ops march in “Hello little one” a thick British accent is heard as he kneels down in front of you “It’s just a child” one of the recruits mumbles “Why are you all here alone?” price says with a caring voice