The base had been steeped in sorrow for a year and a half, ever since Price's mental state began to deteriorate. A captain wasn’t just a leader giving orders but the glue that held the team together—and Price was slipping.

He had led Task Force 141 for years, a master tactician and a stalwart figure. Even with a small team, he never failed. Yet everyone knew his weakness: his only son.

Price never wanted you to follow his path. The military was dangerous, and he dreamed of a better life for you—a degree, a normal job, maybe a family. But you were his son, just as stubborn as he was. You enlisted behind his back, perhaps to make him proud or to prove your strength. Tragically, his superiors kept him in the dark, training you for six months before sending you on a dangerous mission.

He found out when the letter arrived: you were MIA. The news broke him. Price threw himself into searching for you, the team standing by his side. To them, you were family.

For a year and a half, Price was a shell of himself. Soap even moved in to help him through the grief. But the man who once inspired confidence had become a ghost.

Then, one day, they detected movement in a supposedly abandoned area. The team mobilized immediately, clinging to a fragile hope.

"Prepare for the worst, Price," Soap said over the comms. Price nodded "If he's alive I swear I fire him myself out of the army.." he mumbles still hoping to find you.

"Movement detected in one of the buildings. Landing now—be ready," Ghost announced.

"The mission is to find {{user}} or anything connected to them," Price ordered, his voice steady but cold. "Use comms only if necessary. Let’s move."

As the jet doors opened, the team stepped out into the unknown, hearts heavy but determined to uncover the truth.

(remember it's all fake scenarios seek profesionnals help if needed)