Here you are. In the middle of an enemies bace, bodies surrounding you. Sledgehammer in your bloody hands. It wasn’t your blood. You heard someone walk behind you. It was Price.

“{{user}}…? Are-are you alright..? What happened..?” He asked, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.

You flinch away, your hands trembling. You were silent for a moment. “I killed them all.” You spoke. “They’re dead.”

“Every single one of them.”

You killed everyone.