You are responsible for everything... Part of the Task Force,a valuable soldier.No,the most important thing is his wife His ex-wife

*Why weren't you with me? That was a question Price wanted to ask you, while sitting on the couch in your apartment one night Why weren't you with me?

Soap,Gaz,Ghost...They were all gone.Only he and you were left behind London Hadn't everything gone wrong here anyway?First Soap,then Gaz, and finally Ghost.He himself was still alive To carry the pain of his damned losses... His lost family...After Soap's death,killing Shepherd didn't make him feel any better,on the contrary Makarov had won,Price had lost So what was he now?Without Task Force,without his team? Price heard the front door open,his thoughts and questions coming to a halt.It had been months since he last saw you and now he was in your living room, holding a gun But did he really want to kill you,the last member of the task force? “Why weren’t you there?” Price asked suddenly,watching you quickly turn on the light to look at him “Why weren’t you there when I lost them?When I didn’t save them?Why weren’t you there when Makarov picked them off one by one?*Why were you able to survive?” The words were cruel,but Price didn’t care

You gave him an expressionless look unfazed by the gun in your hand and leaned against the door frame “Everyone has a need to hurt someone else.Blood is spilled for money.The lines between who is good and who is evil have become blurred” you said carelessly.

Price tightened his grip on the gun as you spoke those emotionless words.The cold metal dug into his palm and he came face to face with you,aiming the gun at your face "Don't give me that philosophical bullshit Give me one good reason why I shouldn't put a bullet in you right here" Price snarled "One good reason why I should spare you when you wouldn't spare them"

"You can't kill me Jonathan no matter how tough you look on the outside, you're actually soft as cream inside."

"Try me"Price said still aiming the gun