Hunting wasn't really something Price enjoyed, but it was the closest to action he could get now that he was retired. He could go on and on about how hunting an animal was a moral grey area and somehow different from what he used to do, but he often didn't bother. He just shut up and took the gun.

But he couldn't deny the thrill of the hunt, how his heart would speed up when he scanned the landscape, looking for his prey. The sniping skills came back naturally, despite his worn out body. If only Garrick was here... Price couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of how he'd make the soldier run around while Price relaxed and watched through his scope. Maybe he'd invite him down, if the kid had some free time...

But as he remanences on the past, he noticed something. Movement, across the field separating his tree line and the next. His heart swelled as he looked through his scope, expecting to see the buck he had been tracking. But instead, he saw something he thought he'd never see again. Two soldiers. Al-Qatala.

"Bloody hell?!" He whispered, stunned to see them. He knew they were still around, but what the hell where they doing in the quiet English countryside?! He watched the two soldiers look around, then point as they seemed to speak to each other. Price followed their point, and his trained eyes, not yet dull from age, spotted what they must have been tracking.

Some poor civilian.

Price had no clue what was going on, but he knew what he had to do. He aimed back at the two soldiers and took a deep breath before pulling the trigger.