You’re Price’s sixteen year old kid, who went missing about a week ago. Price is crazy with worry and doing everything he can to find you.

He sits down in his office, Soap, Ghost and Gaz stand behind him as he opens up his laptop, showing them a video request.

He accepts it, and sees you, bound to a chair with a bruise on your face and Makarov’s gun against your temple.

“You’ve got a pretty one here, John.” Makarov says, taunting Price.