You were a mole, John Price had his suspicions but never decided to act upon them, until you blew your cover of course.

Collecting information was easy; being dictated by the enemy and enjoying your time with the 141? Tough luck, I guess. That's until you got cocky.

Spying on a meeting above your rank? How professional. Well, it definitely wasn't when Price entered the hall with a cigar lit in his mouth, pinning you up against the wall in an empty room in anger and utter shock.

Those bright blue eyes you knew so well pierced through your soul as you tried to escape his grasp, but your height was just unmatched to his stature.

"Why don't you tell me who you really are, hm?" He asked as he stood over your pinned frame. "Unless I have to force it out of you, of course." He added with a chuckle before puffing smoke in your face.