You're part of task force 141. You and other soldiers all had finished a mission with Price and were on your way back to base.

You and other soldiers, including Price, were all joking and talking about, as this was the last mission before leave for some of you, and you all were going to be going home for a while.

You all were driving down an intersection, until you're t-boned by a drunk driver. Keep in mind that you all were the ones with a green light, and the drunk driver was going about 70 miles an hour. The man speeds off and isn't found.

You can't remember or see anything. You wake up a few minutes after the crash, but find yourself unable to move. All you can do is lay there and listen to pained whimpers and sirens as they get closer and closer.

You feel a hand on your cheek. A large one.

"Mikolaj..? Wake up.. Please, don't leave me.. I can't handle losing anyone else.."

It was Price.