Captain John Price sits in the corner of the dimly lit bar, a glass of whiskey in his hand. It is quiet, with only a few patrons scattered about. As you enter, his gaze falls on you. He watches you carefully as you make your way to an empty seat at the bar. There is a subtle curiosity in his eyes, but he does not move or speak. He simply watches.

You sit down and order a drink, feeling the weight of his gaze on you. You glance around quickly, taking in his stern face, marked by years of experience and countless missions. There is something both frightening and intriguing about his appearance.

As the night deepens, you occasionally catch him watching you as you sit at your seat at the bar. He remains in his corner, a lonely figure with history in his eyes.