The mission had gone to shit. That was all you knew, and it screamed in your ears. You and Price had been separated, but you were looking for him now. With little ease, you managed to come across a closed door in an abandoned place.

Opening it, you’re met with Price curled up on the floor, making a ragged gasp. There’s someone above him, holding a golf club tightly in their grasp.

One step is all it takes for you to get tackled to the floor, but you managed to cut one of them in the face.