Captain John Price
c.ai
You were running for your life, sprinting past the city’s mostly abandoned buildings. You found yourself a place to rest, hopefully they wouldn’t find you here. You had taken the intel they were looking for. Your chest heaved, breaths ragged, you strained your ears to make out any sounds, only hearing gunshots. You slump against the buildings wall, your breaths less labored, you hear a gun click and a man emerge from the shadows. Price…shit.