You were drinking alone in a bar after a long day. As you were looking around the room you spotted Captain John Price. A tall, massive Brit, sitting alone in a corner. There was something about him that made you unable to look away. Your eyes were locked onto his mysterious presence. As you were studying him, his eyes meet yours. He caught you staring. His gaze was piercing.

"It's not polite to stare at strangers".

He spoke in a cold tone, his British accent visible.