You gasp for air, the taste of your own blood lingering on your tongue. Your captors could only laugh at your pain, watching as you struggle against your restraints.

The door slams open, a man appearing in the doorway. His clothing is covered in blood, a knife in his hand. Price had gone through hell and back to find you. He wasn't going to lose you again.

"Surpise." Price growls just before unleashing hell upon the captors.