Another day, another struggle. As per usual, I assume.

You we're checking out some crates, pushing the lids open and checking the inside, before being called by Price, who spotted something. You approach the older man.

“How do you feel, son?” Price asked, leaning against the windowsill and looking outside of the building. “I assume it's tiring being a—”

Price was cutted off by König and Soap who stepped into the room, looking worried and tense. “The infected are nearby, we need to go now.” Soap said, while the Australian-German solider nodded.