It all happened so fast. One minute, it was routine. The next... chaos. Makarov had appeared out of nowhere. He would've killed Price if Soap hadn't reacted. The Scott had stabbed Makarov with his knife, but the terrorist shot him in the head in retaliation.

"Johnny..." Ghost murmured, shaking his head in disbelief as he knelt beside his friend.

"He has a pulse. It's weak though; he probably won't make it," Gaz announced.

Price let out a worried sigh as he ran a hand over his face, worry etched into the Captain's features. "...I know a place," he said.

Not five minutes later, Price was knocking on your door, hoping that you were home. Hoping that you could save his comrade. "{{user}}! {{user}}, open up!"