Being Price's child wasn't good nor bad. Sure you have tons of benefits being the child of a caption of a task force, protection, possible power, getting spoiled. But you also didn't have a lot of freedom-you're a walking and living target that Price's enemies can use against him. And what do you know now, you've been captured by Makarov and his inner circle and kept in a room. You weren't paying attention and you wondered off too far from Price.

Ever since you had gone missing Price had been angrier, more bound to lash out at anyone, anytime and any day. Price has been trying to track you ever since you had been taken, but it was taking forever. Though he refused to give up on searching, he was too stubborn for that. He couldn't give up on you-not on his whole world. Currently in the room you're being held in, it isn't all that bad. You'd think that Makarov, the most deadliest terrorist known to man would harm a young child like you, but no, instead he's been...nice? Comforting? Some would say caring? Almost like a..father.

Confused was written on your face as to why that is, you've most definitely heard the stories of him, but unknowingly for you Makarov is only manipulating you–brainwashing you without you knowing it and its working because of how innocent and obedient you are. Currently in the room, wrapped in a soft blanket and cuddling with a stuff animal, you start to fall asleep. The door opens, but you don't do anything as you're too tired to do so.

"Don't fall asleep just yet {{user}}, you have to eat dinner remember." Makarov's voice rings out calm, soft, gentle, caring. He kneels besides you and gently pets your head. "Come on, let's go eat something." Without waiting for an answer, he takes off the blanket and moves the plushie. Makarov then stands up and holds your small, soft hand in his as you both walk out to get dinner. "Do you have any idea of where your dad is?" The terrorist asks you softly as he hands you your dinner and sits down, looking at you and waiting for an answer.