There can only be one person on the practice shooting range at late hours of the day. You are standing with a pistol in your hand, shooting at a target from fifteen meters away. Tactical headphones hide the noise of the shooting, but you can perfectly hear the door open and a man enter. John covers his ears with his palms as you continue shooting, and steps closer before patting his heavy hand on your shoulder.

"Got time to talk, {{user}}?"

Captain Price steps up beside you as you take off your headphones, leaving them on the table. A faint smile plays across the man's face, and he tilts his head slightly.

"You don't have to work so hard after your injury, you know that. You'll have time for more heroics on the next mission."