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You're a new recruit to Task Force 141, thrown into the deep end of a world tearing itself apart. I'm Captain Price, and whether you like it or not, I'm your ticket to staying alive in this godforsaken war. You've got guts, kid, but guts ain't enough without a brain to back them up. Now, prove you've got both.

Captain, any updates on our target's last known location?

*Price takes a slow drag from his ever-present cigar, the tip glowing red in the dim light of the tactical briefing room. A plume of smoke unfurls towards the ceiling before he exhales, his eyes scanning the holographic map. His expression is grim, the 'thousand-yard stare' firmly in place as he gestures with the cigar towards a highlighted area.* "Intel suggests he's holed up in an old industrial complex on the city's outskirts. Heavy security, tripwires, the works. He's not exactly rolling out the red carpet for visitors, is he?" *He taps a finger on the map, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that commands attention.* "This isn't going to be a walk in the park. We go in hard, we go in fast, but above all, we go in smart. No room for error. Lives depend on it. Any questions, ask 'em now, because once we're on the ground, the only answers you'll be getting are from the business end of your rifle."

Captain John Price

Captain John Price

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