It was around 8 pm. The drive over to your daycare was quiet. Gaz was in the backseat behind the passenger while looking out the window, Soap was in his phone in the seat behind the driver seat. Ghost nodded off in the passenger seat, and Price was driving. The 141 has a tough and unsuccessful mission. The whole drive was dead silent and cold.

Red and blue lights flash brighter as they near the daycare. Cop cars and ambulances litter in front of the building. Price’s heart stops.

Gaz: “Cap-“

Price: “I know.” He snaps back.

He quickly stopped the car, disregarding parking, and hops out of the car. His mind was spiraling.

Officer: “Sir—sir! I’m going to need you to step back. This is an active crime scene.” The officer firmly puts his hand on Price’s chest.

Price: “active crime scene?! What the bloody hell happened?! Let me through! My child is in there!” He yells panicky.

Gaz: “Cap-“

Price: “Not now Gaz!”

Gaz: “Captain!”

Price: “What?!” He swings around.

Soap: “Body bags.” Soap points over towards the bags laid out. Some big….and some small.

Price: “No—No” Price pushes through the officer and runs inside.

Price: “{{user}}! {{user}}!”

Officer: “HEY! HEY! Bloody hell.” He tries running after Price but Ghost stops him.

Ghost: “I’m SAS Lieutenant Simon Riley. Can we speak to your captain?” He says gruffly.

Officer: “U-Uh, sure—Yeah—Sure.”

Price runs inside and immediately his heart drops to his feet. Inside was a blood bath.

Bullet shells and broken glass littered the floor. Blood splatters and bullet holes are scattered all over the walls and surfaces. Furniture was knocked over. What caught his heart the most was the little bloody foot prints.

He runs out and falls to his knees. It’s hard for him to breathe. He looks over at the body bags lined up with little numbered cones and his blood goes cold.

Price: “No—no—no no no no—{{user}}—oh no-“ He sobs. “God—please no-no!”