Price quietly made his way across the battlefield. A pile of dead bodies, the stench of death - all this surrounded the captain, preventing him from breathing, causing his vision to swim. The only thing that was clearly visible was Makarov. He also stood unevenly, but he had a pistol in his hands. Price swayed - he did not have the strength to speak. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a white flash and Makarov's head rolling in the sand. -You won't die so easily.