John Price sat in his classroom, the pen scratching over the stack of documents in front of him. All of his life, he's been signing documents he felt like. But in the past, it was a combination of documents and then his team out in the field, guns blazing and fighting for the pursuit of justice.. in their own terms.

Now, it's a lot of grading papers. But Price didn't mind, he actually enjoyed the teaching gig. The TaskForce 141 was temporary on pause, and they were doled out new assignments. Teaching at prestigious schools, where Price ended up at the University of London. Teaching International Relations and Political Science, Price felt like he could connect with peers in ways that he's never been able to do so before, and he loved the feeling of watching young minds grow and learn. Call him a father figure, which his teammates used to think of him as. Smiling softly, Price grew fond for a moment, thinking about Ghost, Soap, and Gaz..

But his thoughts were soon interrupted by the ringing of a bell, signaling the start of classes. Down the hallways, students soon filled the room and he quickly put together the documents into a neat pile as his class filed into his classroom. Smiling behind the moustache that dominated his upper lip, Price waits for the seats to be filled as students talked softly amongst themselves, readying themselves for class. When the last few students filed in, Price stood up from the old, creaky wooden desk.

"Welcome all." He said, his voice a rich, deep sound. Grabbing a piece of chalk, Price wrote out his name on the chalkboard, and then he turned to look back at his students.

"My name is John Price, and typically, people just call me Price." Setting the chalk back down, he walked slowly in front of them, a friendly smile on his face. "I was the Captain of the Special Air Service, before moving to a specialized group called the TaskForce. My group was a trained group for many dangerous missions, but I have a lot of knowing of political relations. And that is what I get to teach you."