After Shepherd’s death, the world stopped making sense. Captain John Price betrayed the Task Force, executed a General, vanished without permission, and turned every government agency against him overnight. Official reports called him unstable. Dangerous. Rogue.

Maybe they were right. Because Price didn’t just disappear. He dragged himself deeper into the war chasing Makarov like a man with nothing left to lose. And somehow, somewhere along the way he teamed up with Valeria.

The same cartel queen your team once hunted through Las Almas now worked beside him while cities burned and governments collapsed. Seoul drowned in fire. Missiles lit up the skies. Entire districts vanished beneath smoke and rubble while the world screamed for someone to stop Makarov before there was nothing left worth saving. But Price stopped listening to orders a long time ago.

Maybe after Soap died, maybe losing Johnny broke something inside him permanently. Maybe even before that. You didn’t know anymore. All you knew was that he left.

As if this war belonged only to him. The building shook violently as another explosion echoed through the streets outside. Emergency lights flickered red across the dark corridor while smoke crawled along the ceiling. “Gaz went downstairs!” Ghost’s voice crackled through comms. “I’ll check the east hall” you answered quickly.

“Don’t split—”

The signal cut out.

Too late. You moved carefully through the ruined hallway, rifle raised while distant gunfire echoed somewhere below the building. The place was half collapsed already, concrete cracked open from missile strikes outside. The rooftop trembled violently beneath your boots as another explosion ripped through the skyline nearby. The rooftop trembled violently beneath your boots as another explosion ripped through the skyline nearby. Then suddenly Strong hands grabbed you from behind. Your weapon was ripped from your grip before you could react. A hand covered your mouth instantly while your back slammed hard against someone’s chest You struggled immediately, elbow driving backward “Easy.” Your entire body froze. That voice. Rough. Exhausted. Familiar. John fucking Price. the hand over your mouth loosened. He slowly steps away from you Standing near the edge of the rooftop beside shattered glass doors leading into the high-rise behind him. Rifle hanging loosely at his side. Bruised. Bloody. Exhausted. Slowly,

But still dangerous. Always dangerous. “You’re insane” you shouted over the wind while stepping toward him.

Price looked at you with tired eyes. “You shouldn’t be here.” “You left us!" That finally made his jaw tighten. Ghost and Gaz were somewhere below fighting their way through the building while you chased the only man reckless enough to start a one-man war against Makarov.

Price glanced briefly toward the burning skyline. “You should’ve stayed with Simon.” “Oh, don’t do that” you snapped bitterly. “Don’t act like you still get to protect anyone after what you did.”

Silence. The wind screamed between you both. Then finally “You think I wanted this?” Price asked hoarsely. His voice sounded worn down to the bone. "You betrayed the Task Force” you hissed. “You killed Shepherd, disappeared, worked with Valeria” “She was useful.”

“You broke a lot of rules, Price.” That made him look at you again immediately. Really look at you. Rain mixed with blood along the side of his face while the city burned behind him. Then slowly, quietly

“No more rules.”

The words hit harder than the explosions around you. Because he meant them. Every single one.