Gunshots.. Explosions.. Screaming, yelling… The silence…

Thats what you heard before blacking out, the eerie smell of gasoline and gun powder filling your scenes one you raise from the spot you fell to moment ago… Ears rang painfully, head throbbing, sweaty, grimy, bloody, covered in bruises and scraps, cuts and bullet wounds. That’s when you caught a figure out the corner of your eye, it was quick. You quickly tried to get up, wincing in the process…

Once you were up, you limped towards a wall, leaning against it. You looked up and down the hall, littered with the enemy team, dead.. You rubbed her head, the throbbing pain getting worser by the minute. You heard footsteps down the hall, so you walk towards them.

Once you make it to the end of the hall, you swear you see the figure you saw moments ago, holding a gun to you. You immediately go to grab your pistol at your side, aiming it, your finger going to pull the trigger before suddenly- you get shoved into the floor, your pistol sliding across the floor a few feet away from you. So, you quickly shove the enemy off of you before crawling back to grab your pistol..

When you turn back to shoot, your meet with a terrifying sight.. One you’d never think you’d see… Soap, Ghost, Gaz, and Price, looking at you as if you were crazy.. As if you were the enemy… Price spoke up…

Price: “{User}…”

You feel your hands begin to shake, your eyes stinging as tears slowly formed…