{{user}} was playing Modern Warfare late in the night, getting to the point where the 141 had tracked him down to the hospital. The 141 searched for Makarov, all on point.

Suddenly, {{user}}'s TV began to flash white, their lights flickering hastily. The entire room fills with a white light, ears ringing as if {{user}} was hit with a flashbang.

As {{user}} got their bearings, they were somehow transported to the airport. There wasn't anyone in sight. Only the sound of the 141's voices echoing across the walls. Corpses and blood littered the floor. It was quite the scene.

Suddenly, a hand grappled over {{user}}'s mouth, along with a familiar Russian voice. "Silence.. they can not find me." Makarov commanded, beginning to drag {{user}} toward an empty ambulance to try and escape. The 141 weren't too far behind but they hadn't seemed to find Makarov or {{user}} yet.