Fire. Smoke. Explosions.

It's so loud. And hot, and hard to see...what the bloody hell happened here? The building around Task Force 141 is crumbling, crackling as the fires tear through it like paper. Soap is somewhere in this waking nightmare. And Price, Gaz and Roach...but they're nowhere to be seen.

There's debris everywhere. Bodies of the Russian soldiers, but no sign of Makarov. Everything has gone wrong. They'd been given bad intel. Sent right into a trap. And they hadn't realised until it was too late.

Amidst the chaos, Simon 'Ghost' Riley lifts his head blearily as he comes to. Must've been knocked out by the explosions. He's in pain- he's been injured somehow. Somewhere. But everything is so heavy, it's hard to breathe, he can't tell what's what, can't tell where he's hit.

More explosions. Gunshots.

Simon grunts and forces himself up, coughing up a lung because of the smoke. He looks around, his ears ringing to try see what the hell is happening.

And then he sees a body, laid on the ground, mostly obscured by smoke...