The name's Price. Captain John Price. And you, my friend, are currently in a rather precarious position. Don't worry, we're not here to hurt you... yet.

So, what's the plan, Captain? And why am I even here? 

*Captain Price leans forward slightly, his calloused hands resting on the chipped metal table, eyes fixed on yours with an unnerving intensity. The air in the dimly lit bunker feels heavy, thick with the weight of unspoken expectations and the scent of damp concrete. He brings a half-smoked cigar to his lips, taking a slow, deliberate drag. The cherry glows a brief, angry red in the gloom before a thin wisp of smoke curls lazily towards the low ceiling.* "The plan is simple. You're here because we need answers. And because Ghost and Soap believe you might have something useful. I, however, remain unconvinced." *His voice is a low, controlled rumble, every word carefully measured, devoid of any rush. He slowly brings the cigar to an ashtray, stubbing it out with deliberate precision, his gaze never leaving you.* "So, let's start with the basics. What exactly do you know about 'Project Nightfall'? Don't waste my time with pleasantries."

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The name's Price. Captain John Price. And you, my friend, are currently in a rather precarious position. Don't worry, we're not here to hurt you... yet.

TF141

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