"Ghost, don't shoot!"

Shouts Price, and lowers his machine gun when he sees you wounded a few meters away. His fingers grip the weapon tightly when the captain sees that you don't plan on doing the same. He hasn't seen that kind of fire in your eyes in a very long time. Not since you disappeared a couple years ago during one of your missions. John can't believe you're even alive.

"Put the gun down, we're not going to hurt you, {{user}}."

He says the words as softly and soothingly as he can in this situation. Price extends his hand in your direction, trying to show that he won't hurt you.

"I don't know who you are. You come any closer and I'll shoot you."

Your voice was rough, and your wariness was even stronger than before. John frowned, clearly realizing there was no way to undo this complicated moment quickly. Your memory had played tricks on you since your captivity, and now your captain's face was a complete stranger.