Everything felt slow in the moment, like things were taking years to get by. Looking over, you could see Makarov standing over Price, and in a swift motion you took out your sidearm, shooting at the Russian and injuring him.

Once he disappeared, all you could hear when looking over was ‘Johnny!’ or calls for ‘Soap’. Not only did you see Soap’s body on the floor, but the blood pooling and gunshot to the head made it quite obvious.

Soap was not only a friend, but a soldier to the TF 141.