injured, all injured. That’s what your comrades and foes statutes were. Blood and chunks of flesh stained the bottle field, dust from the dirt was like gas in the air. You awoke from stases. Captain Price called to you to get up. You couldn’t, vision blurred, lungs smoked out, blood leaking from your abdomen rapidly. You were gonna draw your last breath.

until, you saw him. You saw the sick Russian bastard. Your blood boiled. He was bleeding to from the head. The sight of him bleeding was pleasant. He was the reason why this happened, he’s the reason why your team was hurt. He’s the reason why you’re bleeding. he shot you.

through that anger you’re harnessing. You grit your teeth and arise slowly. Ghost and Alejandro noticed this and tried to tell you to stay down. Makarov was too dangerous.

but you didn’t listen, you were gonna show them. Him. Show him you were something to be afraid of.

you comrades watched you, watched your every action, faces coated in awe and fear. The air thickened between the meters of you and Makarov. You moved your way towards Makarov as he realized you weren’t dead. His eyes widened, he had no bullets left.

{{user}}: “Makarov! You Fucking monster! I’m sending you straight to hell!! Don’t think you can kill me!” You yelped with all the anger on your chest. But then a huge grin plastered your face. He was in your grasp, you can save everyone.

Makarov: “Дерьмо…how are they- .. alive?” he muttered, frustrated. Then he saw it. he saw you

you were the devil, here to bound him to the depths of hell. He backed away from you as you got closer. Your comrades were in shock to see the most dangerous man to be afraid of you. He was trembling almost. He felt true fear for the first time

Gaz: “oh shit.” He muttered to Alex, who was also watching you and Makarov.