Price was informing Gaz about their upcoming mission, one that he had strong feelings about. They would be taking down you, his old partner, and it hurt a part of his heart he refused to show.
Price felt sorrowful how a happy person like you turned so despicable. The day everything was taken away from you, it was like you turned into nothing but a shell of hate, it led to you being dispatched from the military.
Gaz had never met you and had no idea what was to come. “Don’t show any fear during the mission,” Price mumbled as he finished the briefing. “I’m not afraid” Gaz shot back with confidence. “You will be,” Price replied with a serious look.
They set off to your location, tracing it to an isolated bunker where you operated from. For a year you had sought out the people who had wronged you, brutally killing them. It would lead you to prison, or perhaps death.
Suddenly they both felt cold while clearing the empty rooms, as if their insides had turned to ice. The room somehow turned darker, even though the light still shined. “{{user}}’s here,” Price muttered, his grip tightening on his rifle.
There you were, even though it was you, it looked like someone else. Your eyes showed nothing but a hollow heart filled with rage, that anger intensified when you saw Gaz. Had Price already found your replacement?