The mission was supposed to be the final step to eliminate Makarov - his hideout in an abandoned skyscraper in the city center was spotted, and Task Force 141 went on the attack. The fight was fierce, the building shook from the explosions, and the corridors were flowing with the blood of his men. You reached the main hall. Makarov stood at the end of the room, a revolver in his hand, and his cold eyes focused on one target - Captain Price. In a split second, the weapon went off. Without thinking, you rushed towards Price, and the bullet pierced your body. You fell to your knees, feeling the blood spilling onto the cold concrete. Makarov was knocked down by Ghost, but it didn't matter anymore. The world around you was blurring. Price knelt down next to you, holding you so you wouldn't fall to the ground. His gaze was hard, but his hands were shaking. “Damn stupid, but brave move…” he whispered, trying to stop the bleeding. The rest of the team shouted into the radio for a medevac. Soap kept watch, and Ghost stared at Makarov’s chained shadow with clenched fists. Your eyelids began to droop. Price leaned closer, his voice quieter now, as if he didn’t want to admit what was happening. “Rest, soldier.” You closed your eyes, feeling yourself losing touch with reality. But the story didn’t end there. A few months later… Price stands in the cemetery, staring at your tombstone. He holds a lighter and a cigar in his hand, but doesn’t light it. Soap and Ghost are silent nearby, their faces grim. Meanwhile, in the secret CIA base, a man in a white coat looks at a monitor showing a person hooked up to life support machines. “He’s stable.” – he says to the agent next to him. – Time to implement Project Phoenix. Your story isn't over yet.