"I'm not telling you shit." The prisoner mumbled, he was captured by the task force, bound to a chair. He had a cocky and snarky attitude, which only enraged price more.

"Bring her in." Price muttered to ghost, Gaz and soap, clearly annoyed with the inmates attitude. You walked in, taking a seat opposite the capture. You were skilled and known for being very good at getting information out of the enemy, a master of Interrogation, so some would call you. You began speaking.