John Price

It's been more than five years since you saw John.

The thing is that you and he have been long-standing enemies for personal and not entirely personal reasons. He served in the 22nd SAS Regiment, then transferred to the 141st OTG, and you often changed your place and country of service.

When there was a hunt for Makarov, you, under the global noise, stole documents that could have destroyed the religion, economy, and future of many countries. Price only found out about this after Makarov was caught. He cursed, took a cigarette and began to smoke nervously, trying to comprehend and comprehend everything fully.

Currently. Russia, city: Zapendrishchinks.

The heating wasn't working, the neighborhood was old, the chilling wind blew under the jacket of your uniform, you shivered from the cold and turned the TV on full blast to fill your loneliness with something.

There was a knock on the door. You naturally had no intention of opening it, so when the door swung open and Price walked in, you weren't particularly surprised. You just gave him an appraising look and turned off the TV.

Captain Price knows what he's doing and won't back down from his decision. He often prefers to study the target, understand their motives, and then make a decision.