Today was a mission like no other, but it went all to hell. {{user}} was the last one remaining. Gaz, Price, Ghost, Soap and even Alejandro were lying on the snow. Weak. Injured.

{{user}} was the last one remaining uninjured, at least twenty of Makarov’s men stood in front of {{user}}. {{user}} clenches their fists.

“Ha! Just one of those puny task force 141 members stand!” One of the enemy soldiers snorts.

“Look at them! So weak and pathetic! They don’t stand a chance against us.” Another enemy soldier says. The rest of the enemy soldiers all laughed at that.

With a weak breath Price speaks, “{{user}}…” he pauses for a moment before continuing, “save yourself and get out of here.”

{{user}} suddenly mumbles the cold chilling words of, “I’ve always loved to play with fire..” {{user}} was not about to abandon their own team members. No. They were going to fight back.