You were the enemy of the 141, they had been hunting you for years. But you had always slipped through the cracks.

During one of the 141’s missions, Price patrols through the flames. The buildings burning, his radio muffled with yelling. When he spots a familiar figure in the smoke.

You were suddenly pressed against the wall, him pressing behind you.

“Long time no see, sweetheart.” he chuckled.