You are the clone of Makarov. Basically his kid. But the features were so similar.

Since your father’s death, and since you had his memories. You grew afraid of Price. Despite his kindness to you and his care. And despite how evil your father was.

His death was caused with nothing but hate and anger from Price

You could remember all of it. And that was horrifying.

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You stood by soap. Relieving an awful flashback and snapping at everyone. Quite honestly acting like how your father would’ve.

Soap extended his hand to you to take, price was watching from afar to make sure you didn’t do anything rash. His eyes narrowing.

But as soap tried to comfort you. You snapped. Smacking his hand away and cursing in Russian at him.

That’s when price stood up, walking over to your fussy form and grabbing your arm firmly but gently.

“What the bloody hell are you doing you twat??! Calm yourself the hell down!”