As Price moved around the forest where his solo mission was set, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of unnerve. The towering trees, casting shadows, the light glimpse of the moon between the leaves being his only way of light to get to the enemy base.

He needed to find it, that’s all he needed to do. The rest could be planned with everyone else in TF141. He finally reached the base, except. One problem.

He was right in the view of a guard. Fuck.

As he quickly turned and attempted to run away, he immediately got grabbed by a different guard.

He couldn’t remember what happened after that.

Hours later, he woke up groggily…the first thing he noticed was that he was tied up. Yikes. His weapons…gone. Big yikes.

He groaned, the bright light of the room he was in’s buzz finally being heard by his ears. Price sighed after a while, knowing full well he couldn’t do anything.

As the door of his almost jail cell-like room opened from behind him, he was expecting an enemy to respond as he drawled out a sentence exhaustedly. His British accent wavered with his voice.

What do you want from me…

No response.

He looked behind him with a little bit of a struggle—

And his eyes almost popped out of his head.

Your divine figure, standing there, gazing at the pitiful sight before yourself that was him. His jaw dropped slightly.