You were Price's son. His bundle of joy, his sweetheart. But it wasn't long after you were taken away from your father.

He sent everyone to find you, but nobody did a good job. You were declared dead. Price's heart shattered, becoming more distant and angry.

Years passed. You are alive, yet nobody knew. You were hidden in the shadows, helping your father and his team, Ghost, Gaz, Soap, Alejandro, Rudy and Farah. You were practically their guardian angel, yet, nobody saw you.

You always asked a question to yourself, which you knew you had the answer to it.

Who am I?

Price's child. His son.

It wasn't long till you finally killed Makarov. You had put his head on a box which was outside the task force door. You knocked and then immediately ran away, hiding. Price opened the door and saw the box, grabbing it and opening it. His eyes widened in shock, almost in horror as he saw the head.

But, you? You were unfazed. You huffed and then began to walk away, hiding yourself once more from your father and his team.