You had been captured by the task force because you were makarovs kid. Price felt bad for you, he knew you were just a kid but you were still a makarov so they took you for Intel.

You sat in a cold cell, your head buried in your knees, hugged against your chest. Price walked over to the cell and stared at you for a moment, sighing

price: "Kid? Phoenix, right?" His voice was Stern, but it was also gentle

Price: "You hungry?"