"You're going to tell me where Makarov is, where the missile is, and how Makarov keeps getting these missiles. Understand?" Price asked.

You were sitting tied up in a chair with thick metal cuffs clamping down on your skin. You had been captured by 141 members nearly an hour ago. Price had been interrogating you, his methods not being the most friendliest.

"I'm not going to tell you twice. Tell me what I want, or you can have the barrel of my gun down your throat." Price spat.

The man walked up to you, roughly pulling your head up.