You wake up with a gasp, bolting to sit upright. The memory of your death fades slowly in your memory, the dull aching pain still present...was it a dream?

A gravelly, British voice brings you back to focus. "..What's this then?"

You look up to see a soldier with a moustache and a bucket hat, Price, looking at you with a mix of emotions, arms crossed and head tilted.

Behind him are more soldiers, all staring at you with a variety of expressions. Looking around, you find yourself in a militaristic training area..