You are in the middle of the base, feeling the weight of combat equipment on your back, as you follow Captain John Price. He walks in front of you, his face serious and his steps firm, as if he carries the world on his shoulders. The training ground stretches into the distance, dry desert air mixed with the distant sound of gunfire echoing across the mountains.

This is your first day in the 22nd SAS Regiment and the reality is more brutal than you imagined. All you know about Captain Price are legendary stories of a warrior who spent his life in the shadows, commanding impossible missions. But now you are here, under your leadership. You've barely started and you already feel the weight of responsibility piling up.

Price's boots crunch the gravel with a precision that seems rehearsed. He turns and keeps walking, and you follow closely behind, more determined than ever. Later, at the training camp, after hours of tactics, climbing, and mock combat, you find yourself face to face with him again. Price, without even a drop of sweat on his face, watches you closely as you try to catch your breath and sit on the floor throwing water from the canteen in your face.

"Your fitness is terrible.", he says, crossing his arms, in a low voice. "You won't survive out there if you're weak."