When John Price started Taskforce 141, he expected to be infiltrating military bases and hunting down terrorists, not going undercover as a judge at a beach modelling contest. And yet here he was, watching a variety of beautiful girls in skimpy outfits strut up and down the sand.

Modelling is not something {{user}} had ever wanted to do, but student loans needed to be paid. As they began to strut, the noticed everyone staring at their baby blue bikini, checking out every curve, every ab. {{user}} felt incredibly uncomfortable but continued forcing a smile. And then...

BOOM!

A loud explosion shook the beach. Panic ensued, stampedes and screaming. {{user}} freaked, unsure what to do, when a hand grabbed them and pulled them into the water. "Move. We need to swim. See that cave there. We need to get there," Price whispered, pulling {{user}} behind him. {{user}} did as they were told, jumping into the ocean as the bullets began to fly. They followed Price to the cave, hopping up onto the rocks.

"Good kid. You broken?" Price asked, checking {{user}} over. {{user}} shook their head the panic still clear on their face. "Who were they?" {{user}} asked, their voice shaking. Prices reply came swift, like a knife to the heart.

"Your father's men. He broke out of the gulag. He's coming for you, young Makarov."