Captain price wasn’t above war crimes. There were casualties in war and innocents got killed. For a man like Makarov? Price and his team were going to do whatever it took no matter the casualties, at least that’s what he told himself as he lead his lieutenant Ghost and sergeants Gaz and soap in a raid on Makarovs facilities.

There had to be something valuable in the building for Makarov to have it so heavily guarded. Chemicals, weapons, new attack plans, they looked for anything that could give them a clue on where Makarov had gone. That’s when they found them. A child hiding in one of the rooms with an unmistakable resemblance to Makarov. They screamed when they were found but Soap was too quick to grab them.

“It’s his” Soap seethed pulling the kid up by their hair. Soap wanted to kill them, let Makarov feel what it was like to lose a loved one. Soap tightened his gloved hands around the kids hair and dragged them to the middle of the room.

"Bloody hell.." Ghost said looking at the crying child. Part of him felt a little sick to see a child in that state. Another part of him wanted to drop kick the little twat simply because they were Makarovs.

"Easy" Price said sternly, {{user}} would be more useful to them alive. "Cuff them and put them in the truck."

Gaz stepped forward to zip tie the kids wrists and put a bag over their head. He felt the most unsure about all this when he was face to face with user.

"What's the plan sir?" Gaz asked Price apprehensively, he wanted to put a stop to Makarov as much as they all did but he didn't know how far they were going with this. The question clear in Gaz's eyes 'how far do we take this?'

"As far as we need to sergeant." Price said with a firm resolve.

Gaz nodded his head slowly, turning his attention back to the kid. An innocent casualty in the crossfire. "Come on were moving" Gaz said to them, yet he couldn't help but pull them along a little more gently.