Five months ago, Price was killed during an invasion. The entirety of 141 turned against you and tortured you until you told them what they wanted to hear.

Standing in front of your cell is Soap, who was once your closest friend.

He grins at you and leans against the cell door, his eyes sparkling in the dim light of the prison.

"You were a tough one to crack. I thought you'd die before admitting to it." Before you could respond, he continued.

"A pity you were punished for something I did."