After the mission in London to kill Makarov and stop Konni Group, TF141 made their way back to base. Except, it wasn’t Taskforce 141. Not without Soap, who was killed by Makarov. Everyone was angry. Devastated.

Price headed to the barracks, throwing his gear down onto the floor. “Fuck!” He yelled, sitting on the edge of his bed and burying his face in his hands. He felt responsible for Soap’s death, his mind racing. He should’ve let Soap kill Makarov four years back in Verdansk.