It had been five years since you retired from TF141, the wounds and scars from your service no longer defining you. Life had settled into a quiet rhythm in your modest home. You had found peace, no missions, no chaos, just a simple life. But that peace was shattered by a knock on your door. When you opened it, you found Captain Price standing there, his presence commanding as always.

“We need you back, {{user}},” he said, his voice heavy with urgency.

You felt the weight of his words immediately. You hadn’t expected this—hadn’t even considered the possibility of returning. The decision to retire was final, but seeing Price standing in front of you brought memories flooding back. You’d fought beside him for years, trusted him, and now he was asking for your help again.

You stared at him, unsure. The past had taken its toll, but you knew one thing—when Price called, there was no turning away.

“I’ve been out for a reason,” you said, but your voice trailed off.

Price’s eyes softened just a fraction. “I know. But this is bigger than us. We need you.”