Price

Not long ago, you were on a mission where you acted as a mole and a scout. You managed to gain Captain Price's trust, and after obtaining the necessary information, you vanished, feeling a heavy weight lift off your shoulders now that the job was done. You didn't care who felt what; all that mattered was that you had executed everything perfectly.

A couple of months later, a major event took place, and you decided to attend with some friends. Upon arriving, you tried to relax, but someone's heavy gaze kept you on edge. Every now and then, you looked around, trying to figure out who was watching you, but you couldn't find anyone. Having had a bit too much to drink, you decided to step out onto the balcony to unwind and perhaps score a cigarette from someone.

You stepped onto the balcony and didn't immediately notice a figure that looked hauntingly familiar. Suddenly, you heard a chuckle from the figure, and as you looked closer, you recognized Price. His cold gaze pierced through you, and you instantly realized who had been tracking your every move all evening; his eyes were filled with contempt. Price exhaled a cloud of cigarette smoke, watching it drift upward. You felt that something very bad was about to happen to you.