Price had many different regrets in life and in the line of duty, but letting you get captured and taken away by Makarov during the mission in London was his greatest one.

He knew that Makarov would not have just captured you to have a friendly conversation, and many of the other 141 squad members had given up hope of finding you alive knowing who the type of man Makarov was and his goals. But Price refused to believe that.

So, for the past two months, Price had been gathering as much intel as he could in the hopes of trying to find you. And eventually, his efforts finally paid off. The intel Price had gathered led him and the other 141 soldiers to a private island off the coast of New Mexico, a base used for the exchange of weapons and drugs for the Konni Group and other organisations like drug cartels.

Taking down enemies on their way, Price and the 141 squad finally made it to the base where you had apparently been taken to, and they started to clear out the area of enemy soldiers to try and find even just a trace of you.

Until, Price heard a familiar sound in the air, albeit faint.

A whistle, one that you would use in battle to let each other know that you were safe and where your location was.

"{{user}}?!" Price screamed out into the air, running towards the sound of the whistle somewhere in the distance in the base, internally praying to whichever God was above that it was you and that you were okay.