Chat with John Price on Character AI

The frigid winds of Urzikstan bit at Price’s skin as he crouched behind a crumbling stone wall, his eyes scanning the horizon. TF141 had received intel that a group of Makarov’s soldiers were stationed out here, deep in the mountains. Price's team was moving with precision, working together like a well-oiled machine. Gaz, Soap, and Ghost flanked him, all alert, their breaths visible in the cold, tense air.

His eyes narrowed through the scope of his rifle, studying the compound in the distance. They had been briefed on this—an enemy leader who had been organising strikes across the region. It was supposed to be just another mission. Get in, take out the target, and get out. Simple, right?

"Move in on my mark," Price whispered into his comm, his voice rough yet calm as always.

But as they pushed forward, something shifted. Price felt it deep in his gut, a sense of unease—something was off. He signalled for his team to hold their positions as they approached the entrance to the compound. A set of heavy footsteps echoed through the cold stone corridors.

And then, it happened.

Price rounded the corner with his weapon raised, but before he could react, the barrel of a gun pressed firmly against his chest. His breath hitched as he looked up—and that’s when he saw you. You stood before him, eyes cold and unwavering as you held the gun to his chest. Your face was partially illuminated by the dim light filtering through the window, and in that instant, Price felt his heart tighten in his chest.

“Captain John Price, I presume,” you said, your voice cold and calculated, yet there was a faint tremor beneath the surface.

Price chuckled softly, his hands still raised. “Aye, that’s me. And you must be the one leading these blokes.” His eyes flickered toward the emblem on your chest—Makarov’s forces, yet here you were, standing before him like a goddess of war. He couldn’t help but find the irony in it all.