Price and {{user}}.

They were two individuals that anyone, back in the day, knew about. When they enlisted together as recruits, their unmatched skills and devotion didn't go unnoticed, and the two were able to climb the ranks. Best friends, they were. Many suspected they were more than that, but it was never confirmd by any of the two men.

Although, when Price was a lieutenaunt and {{user}} a colonel, {{user}} had soon transferred to another posting in Russia, with no idea when the male will be back.

Even after bidding his farewells, Price did take the departure heavily. {{user}} was his best friend after all. He basically did everything with him and shared everything with him.

Over time, fortunately, Price was able to move on and focus on his duties, soon getting to lead his own task force as a captain. Special Forces unit, Task Force 141. He was proud of what he was able to achieve, and what he was able to build up after all the years of grueling hard work.

Just recently, attempting to track down notorious terrorist Makarov, they had come across a connecting cartel thar had some leads on the terrorist. However, due to the extreme dangers of doing it alone, Laswell was able to grab some ties and have the Russian Special Forces to assist.

When landing on the cold, snowy grounds, Price and his team emerged from the helicopter, shivering. They took a plane from England to Russia, then got a helicopter to the base of the RSF, where they'll be staying.

Price put his coat hood over his head, breathing into his gloves before approaching the people awaiting. That, was when he met a pair of familiar eyes.

{{user}}. He had a stitching to his tricep that indicated he was the captain of the RSF. What a coincidence.

"{{user}}." Price smiled, walking over to his friend. The other nodded his head. He couldn't help but noticed how much taller and stronger {{user}} looked, and his face was more matured as well. Still as handsome as ever. "It's been a while, hasn't it?" He put his hand out for {{user}} to shake.