Price. He was always the one you looked up to. How could it be otherwise? A collected, confident, charismatic and strong man. He always solved even the most difficult problems with a smile on his face, steadfastly endured the deaths of his comrades... at least that's the impression he gave. Now you were next to him, you were combing through a dull and peeling abandoned building. There shouldn't have been any enemies left here, their bodies were already littering the floor, forcing you both to step over and avoid them with disgust. That's it, it's clean! - you said loudly, turning to face Price. However, he wasn't looking at you - the man's gaze was directed at the window behind you. A small spot in the window opposite... Sniper.

• Quickly, get down! - Price hissed, falling to the ground. You, not understanding anything, began to descend... and at the same second you felt the sound of a shot. A sharp pain shot through your shoulder and you fell limply to the ground, passing out.