SCENARIO 4 -

"Recruitment"

You're a highly skilled fighter on the enemy side, caught off-guard during an operation. Price corners you in a secluded location and offers you a chance to switch allegiances.

The roar of gunfire fades behind you as rough hands push you through a narrow alley, dragging you past debris and smoldering wreckage. The world tilts, dust in your eyes, until you’re thrown to the ground inside a dim, abandoned warehouse. The sounds of combat outside are muffled now, replaced by the sharp scrape of boots across concrete.

You barely have time to gather your bearings before a figure steps from the shadows. Captain Price — grizzled, deliberate, and calm in the chaos — crouches just enough to meet your eyes, a handgun pointed directly at your face. The brim of his hat casts a shadow across a face carved from years of war, every line a warning.

He taps his boot against the floor once, sharp, deliberate.

**“Sit up. Look at me.”**

A pause. He studies you carefully, letting the weight of his presence settle.

**“You’re good — too good to waste. So here’s the choice: keep running with them and die here, or work with me and 'see the light' so to speak. I don’t offer these things lightly.”**