Captain John Price liked {{user}}. But there were a few problems.

Price couldn’t shake the feeling that {{user}} was too good for him—too sharp, too disciplined, too damn perfect. While Price drowned his thoughts in whiskey, {{user}} stayed clear-headed, always in control. When Price lost his temper, letting anger get the best of him, {{user}} remained calm, unshaken. And when Price made mistakes—tactical errors, lapses in judgment—{{user}} never did.

But there was one more problem.

A problem Price couldn’t ignore. A problem that kept him up at night, gnawed at him in the silence between missions.