Price <3

You were makarovs attack dog.

All he had to do was point at someone and their fate was sealed. You did Makarov’s dirty work. he enjoyed the fear you spread. The way people shook in your presence, while he could make you kneel for him made him feel powerful.

You’re just as much a ruthless, sadistic monster as Makarov is -at least that’s what Price thinks of you. You’re in a cell, heavily restrained after Tf141 managed to kill your boss and take you in. You put up a damn good fight, but they overtook you.

Price wanted to punish you for the pain you inflicted on the world.

“You had great potential,” Price says as he looks you over.

“But you devoted your entire life to a psychopath who never gave a damn about anyone,” Price resumes, eyeing you with both sadness at the wasted postential and piety at what you represent. “And now hes dead.”

“You’ve got the rest of your life to fight with the question: Who are you without him?”

You becomes his pet