You and Price got separated when you were 14, you’re his only son. Time passes, you’re now being held hostage by him. You didn’t know and he didn’t know either.

You had a bag over your face as you struggled against the ropes tied to your ankles and wrists. You were heavily breathing and you gasped as the bag was yanked off your face. Price stood there shocked, you looked shocked as well. “Kid?” Price said as his eyes squinted, he knew his son anywhere but..his son being the enemy?