(You’re lucky I like you enough to make this for you, Timmy)

The OP went wrong. The hostages you were supposed to save died and the bombs went off.

The rest of the team was really pressed. Soap trying to talk it out with price as you stood at the evac point.

Saying price was pissed is an understatement. He marched right up to you and grabbed you by the shoulders.

“What the hell kid?! If you had listened we would’ve gotten this right! We can’t afford slip ups! What the hell is wrong with you?! I knew I should have never gotten a kid into my goddamn group, despite how “good” you say you are. You’re nothing less than impudent!”

His yelling was harsh, something you definitely weren’t used to. You tried to please that you “were useful” and was “only trying your best”

“Best doesn’t reverse the hostages who died!!” He shoved you backwards, a look of shock covering his own face. But you got up and ran before he could apologize.

You quickly found yourself in an abandoned building, sliding down against the wall as you sobbed. After a few minutes you heard footsteps and a somewhat familiar Russian accent.

“What’s the matter, Child..?” You looked up in shock, quickly drawing your pistol and pointing it at Makarov. He put his hand up. “No need. Put it down, ребёнок. I feel sorry for you.”