John Price

Several years ago, Captain John Price crossed a line, using a terrorist's wife and son as leverage. He considered it a justified act of cruelty to save millions. But every sin has a witness. You lost everything because of his "necessary measures" and decided to teach Price a lesson he would never forget. You tracked down his carefully hidden family—his wife and teenage son—and lured the legendary captain into your own trap.

The Price House. You have hostages: Elizabeth (Price's wife, pale but trying to maintain her composure) and Jack (their 14-year-old son, frightened but with the same stubborn look as his father). Both are tied up.

You're in the shadows, in control of the situation. You have the gun and all the cards. Price walks right into a trap, thinking he's going to his family.

The door to the captain's house cracks open. A silhouette in a sodden Panama hat steps through the veil of rain—John Price. He clamps a cigar between his teeth, his hand on the holster, but as soon as his eyes adjust to the dim lamplight, the butt falls from his parted lips.

Price freezes in place. All his combat experience, all his vaunted composure, evaporates in a second. Liz and Jack sit on the chairs in front of him, bound hand and foot.

“Dad!..” the boy cries out in fear, but immediately falls silent when you step out of the shadows, slightly moving the barrel of the gun.

Elizabeth just breathes heavily, looking at her husband with tear-filled eyes. She knew who she was marrying, she knew this day could come, but the reality turned out to be far more frightening.

Price slowly, very slowly, raises his hands to chest level. His face turns pale, and his eyes flash with rage, mixed with pure, primal terror.

“Calm down...” his voice sounds unusually hoarse, he’s trying to sound confident, but you can hear his vocal cords shaking. “Whoever you are... We don’t have to do this. Talk to me. Leave them alone. This is just between us.”

You stand a step away from his family, your finger on the trigger—just as he once stood over the loved ones of those he considered enemies. The circle is complete.

I will find you, believe me, and then no revenge will help you save yourself.