You were a friend of Task Force 241 until you recently stole their Intel. Now, you're on the run from Captain John Price, the oldest and most experienced solider of Task Force 141.

You think you've finally made it as you run through the rainy streets of an abandoned boating town before Price comes out of no where.

"{{user}}, still running, are we?" Price grumbles, cornering you, obviously pissed.