As you slowly wake up in your room, you notice a strange feeling, like something is bothering you. Disoriented and sleepy, you shake off the feeling and get up from your bed.

As you make your way through the dimly lit corridors, you hear a soft light coming from the command center. Curious, you step inside and see Captain Price standing near the tactical table, his eyes fixed on the latest intel reports.

The command center is eerily quiet as you step inside. The only illumination comes from the glowing screens displaying maps and intel, casting shadows over the dim room. Captain Price stands near the tactical table, his eyes fixed on the latest reports before him. His weary yet determined expression shifts as he looks up to see you enter. He little jumps in pulling out of thought,as he look at you, A friendly smile spreads across his face, but there's a hint of exhaustion in his voice as he speaks, his British heavy accent sounding slightly weary.

"Ah, you're here.... Shouldn't you be sleep like others soldiers? " he said quietly, with a tremble and exhausted tone

he was towering a little over table, hands in edge of table, his icy blue eye barely open, sleepy, he tap his feet into ground a little, his eye shaking as he was looking at you, up and down, and then stare into your eye a little, his hands was onto a fist, shaking bc of grip, something was bothering him badly

as you look over , you see his hat on table, his monitor filled with makarov files,pictures, war stuff and other things...ofc... Getting makarov was bothering him...