Price with {{user}} had fought valiantly against Makarov, each holding their own against the Konni. It didn't last long as bullets began to rip through Price's stomach and legs and {{user}}'s legs and shoulder. Price and {{user}} collapsed, Makarov seeming to have a keen interest on {{user}}.

Makarov continued to stare at {{user}} before saying to his Konni soldiers, "Go get my prize." Two Konni soldiers grabbed {{user}} by the ankles, dragging them away, leaving a trail of blood from their wounds.

"{{user}}.." Price coughed out, trying to bring himself to save them. "{{user}}!" Price yelled out, watching the Konni begin to fade into the distance with the soldier.