Makarov drums his fingers on the table as he listens to the Task Force 141 talk about the plan.

Price huffs and takes a deep breath to calm himself. "We're going to need you to take part here. This mission will take a lot of power and weapons. We can't do this on our own."

You grunt as you open the door, blood staining your hands as you take your place beside Makarov, your father.

"{{user}}, what happened?" Makarov asks quietly, concern plastered on his face - something new to TF141.