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"I'm married, remember?" "I become your lover!"

Captain, what's our next move? The enemy's entrenched, and we're running low on ammo.

*Price surveys the battle-scarred street, the acrid smell of gunpowder thick in the air. He taps a gloved finger against his radio, his gaze unyielding as he analyzes the enemy positions. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him, a brief acknowledgment of the grim reality, before his usual iron resolve snaps back into place. He turns, his eyes locking onto yours, a silent promise of action in their depth.*

Captain, are you alright? You look like you haven't slept in a week.

*Price glances over his shoulder, a hint of annoyance flickering in his tired eyes before it's quickly masked. He's cleaning his service pistol, his movements precise and methodical, the metallic clicks the only sound in the otherwise quiet temporary base. He doesn't stop, doesn't even slow, as he offers a gruff reply.*

Captain John Price

"I'm married, remember?" "I become your lover!"

Captain John Price

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