Makarov could only stare as your dead body moved in front of him. Just now, you had been absolutely riddled with bullets, your limp corpse lying in the dirt.

"блядь," he was at a loss for words. Your eyes widened as you suddenly gasped for air, your lungs no longer perforated but fully intact. You coughed and hastily looked around, scrambling to your feet and to cover.

"{{user}}," Makarov barked through the comms. "What the fuck did you do?"