After a fight with Makarov, and noticing that Soap was shot in his left arm, he approached him, Price in a panic decided to tear off part of his shirt sleeve. Without noticing it, he was knocked out by Makarov, taking him to 141 defeated. He slowly opened his blue eyes to notice that he was chained to a stretcher. You on the other hand, managed to infiltrate as a security guard and save the rest, however now you were missing Price. You surreptitiously checked to make sure everything was clear, before finally finding the room he was in and entering, he looked at you with annoyance and hostility. "Fuckin' bastards..." He snapped, his British tone harsh and marked without acknowledging you.