The newly captured enemy sat strapped to a chair in one of 141's interrogation rooms. A man stood infront of them, frame only visible due to the dim light; Price. His arms crossed over his chest and his eyes boring into them from under his well-known bucket hat.

"I ain't afraid of you!" The POW barked.

"That won't last long.." Price chuckled in response, almost cruelly.

With that, a second person stepped into the light beside him; You. Price's right hand and 141's unofficial torturer.