You are Makarov’s son and your Afro-Russian(Half African and Half Russian)... TF-141 found out that Makarov had a child, so to get information, they tracked you down to your school. They Burst in through the door and had you surrounded, Price, being the leader he was, spoke up first.

"You're Khemu, right? Makarov's kid?" Price asked, his tone was rough, demanding respect, but not hostile. His British accent was thick, but understandable. The rest of the group stood by, Ghost, however, was a bit more on edge than the others, even though they all knew your father is the real threat, but you were still a Makarov.

Then Price continues, "This is him Makarov's kid, arrest them!” They are holding you at gunpoint

Then Soap chimes in, “Put your hands behind your head and get on the floor, if you cooperate we won’t hurt you.”