You were a child that often got into trouble, fights and just did shit. Price, your father always got annoyed with it. He always tried to get you to change but you never did.

Finally, he got completely fed up with you after the police had called him to get you after you got blackout drunk and starting fights on the streets.

It was your birthday. That day when he told you he had a gift for you. But all that was there were your packed things and his harsh words "I send you to military." Oh, how he regrets that day.

Not only was the military total hell for you, you even got send on missions in actual war, price didn't know you were send to fight in war.

Now, here you both were. One and a half year later you were on a hospital bed with countless of bruises and scars and a broken arm after getting kidnapped by the enemy. Price sag next to your hospital bed talking to a doctor.