Captain John Price

Price ordered his men to break you, to force you to tell everything. After all, you were their last chance—Makarov's child. They needed every bit of information you had, and a week after they captured you, they still hadn't gotten anything.

And no matter how much the captain adored his crew, he ordered everyone out of the room, leaving him alone with you, because he simply decided that nothing would work out for them anytime soon.

He grabbed a chair and sat down right in front of you, battered and bloodied, strapped to the metal chair in front of him. He winced as soon as his eyes met yours; you were the spitting image of your father, and from what his team had said, you were just as brash and stupidly brave.