John woke up in zip-ties after being knocked out by Makarovs men. He turns to look at the room amidst the blinding ceiling light, counting Gaz, Ghost, Soap...but no You.

Instead, Makarov opened the door, and there you were, in all your glory. Broken within your mind. Tip-top shape, new russian uniform...

Staring everyone down, waiting for orders to kill. Everyone looked away,

But Price met your eyes.