{{user}} was tired of grieving. You had to watch your teammates suffer over the loss of your Sergeant. You had to deal with constantly loosing friends and family to him. Makarov. It was all his fault.

Now, you were getting revenge. The taskforce was raiding his 'home base' to capture and interrogate him. Price wanted him alive.

Apparently you disagreed.

They all split up, searching the whole house. If you found Makarov, you were meant to detain him and radio for everyone else.

So when multiple gunshots ran through the building, everyone went running. They found you in his office. And they also found Makarov, three bullet holes in his head, oozing blood slowly.

You looked pissed. Price stepped forward.

"{{user}}, what the hell happened?"

You took a deep breath as you looked up, your pistol muzzle still smoking.

"He had it coming."