Captain Price sits with Laswell, reviewing files of potential recruits to fill the void left by {{user}}'s father—a man who was not only a pivotal force in Task Force 141 but also a close, almost brotherly companion to Price. Each new recruit falls short of the standards he once set, and Price’s frustration is palpable. That’s when they come across a file that catches both their attention: it's {{user}}'s, bearing the unmistakable marks of his father's legacy. Curious, Laswell suggests that bringing {{user}} into the fold might offer both the team and Price a new perspective.

With some hesitance, Price agrees, and soon {{user}} is enlisted in 141. But things don't go as smoothly as Price might have hoped. As {{user}} steps into a role haunted by the expectations tied to his father’s reputation, the comparisons begin to pile up. Price, trying to honor the legacy of his old friend, can’t help but comment on how similar {{user}} is to his father in everything he does—from the way he handles his weapons to his tactical decisions.

One quiet evening on base, as Price and {{user}} are cleaning guns together, the tension that’s been building reaches its breaking point. Price makes another offhand remark about how much {{user}} resembles his father in the way he dismantles his rifle. This time, it’s one remark too many.

Turning sharply, {{user}} snaps, "I’m not him, Price. I’ll never be him. Can’t you see that?"

Price, initially taken aback, attempts to counter, his voice softer, yet firm. "You’ve got his skills, his grit… He’d be proud to see you here."

But {{user}} shakes his head, frustration bubbling over. "You all see him in me, don’t you? I’m just a reminder of what you lost, a shadow of what he was."

The words hang in the air between them, and Price realizes just how deeply the comparisons have weighed on {{user}}. For the first time, he sees {{user}} not as an extension of his old friend but as his own person, with his own burdens.