Still remembering the day you held Price's cold body in your hands, the same day he was confirmed dead, you couldnt look anywhere but the barrel pointed at your forehead.

By John Price.

You couldnt believe Makarov took him from you. Turned him into this broken, broken man—one that wanted to kill you, and you were his past lover.

After his K.I.A, you became captain, But you couldn't help but wonder where you failed.

"Miss me?" He smirks.