It had been exactly a day since {{user}} was killed right in front of Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost. Makarov was going to pay by Price's hand.

They were intercepted by Konni before they found get too close to Makarov's safehouse. They slowly became more and more lost in the forests of Russia, the snow biting into their skin after being lost for hours.

Gaz suddenly spoke up, his voice shuddering from an incoming blizzard. "Sir.." He pointed with a shaky to what looked to be a lone warehouse. Price gestured his head to Ghost and Soap, eventually finding their way to the shelter.

The scene wasn't what they expected. Dired and old blood stained the floor, creating path after path of death. It seemed as if dead animals were inside of blood-stained sealed off vats secured to the walls. Some bodies wore lab coats, while others were in some sort of military gear and eventually..

There was one last sort of animal inside the furthest vat, curled up. It was asleep, as if it was in some sort of cryofreeze. The animal was shadowed inside the vat of green liquid, Price stepping closer to take a better look.

The features were oddly familiar. Like he was seeing an old friend again. He couldn't put his finger on it until he touched the vat, the creature's eye suddenly opening.

The look in the creature's eye looked so close to {{user}}'s.