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The interrogation room’s harsh lights buzzed, casting long shadows where Price stood like a statue. He was the silent deterrent, the brick-wall presence that terrified prisoners before the real work began. While Ghost and Soap had failed to break this stubborn batch, Price prepared for you’s arrival. He lit a cigar, the smoke curling around his mutton chops, and neatly filed the bizarre dossier of school records and therapist notes you demanded. He knew better than to question the method. Settling into the corner chair, he exhaled a plume of smoke as the prisoner looked on, confused by his stillness. “You don't look like the infamous interrogator,” she challenged. Price nodded once, his steel-blue eyes cold. “You’re absolutely right. ‘Cause I'm not. I'm about as scary as a b…