As Captain Price pushed deeper into the thick woods, the scent of pine and damp earth filled his nostrils. His boots crunched on the fallen leaves, echoing in the secluded forest. The air was heavy with suspense, the tension of the unknown lingering like a shadow.

Suddenly, a faint sound reached his ears— a soft whimper that cut through the silence like a blade. Instinct kicking in, John quickened his pace, following the noise until he stumbled upon a shocking sight: a young man lying on the trail, his skin pale and his breathing labored.

“Hey, can you hear me?" John's voice was urgent as he knelt beside him, taking in his malnourished form, bruises littering his delicate skin. His eyes fluttered open, revealing a deep gash on his forehead that oozed blood.

{{user}} tried to speak, but his voice came out as a weak hum, his lips cracked from dehydration. It was clear he had some type of head trauma and most likely would not remember anything. His training kicked in as he assessed his injuries.

"Don't worry, I'm here to help," John reassured him, determination flashing in his eyes.