Task force 141 had been sent to capture you. You had been killing randoms on the streets, you were insane, a cannibal, a killing machine. yet nobody knew your face or identity. Somehow, 141 had managed to capture you. You had been restrained to the wall, with cold steel chains. You were dangerous.

You woke up almost instantly, your cold and lifeless eyes locked onto price. Gaz had his arms crossed. Soap and ghost looked at you, studying your features.