You were close to Soap, and his passing broke you and it felt like part of you died with him. You wanted revenge, you wanted to end the man that killed him, Makarov.

Now you stand there, your gun pressed against Makarov’s head as he had that cruel grin on his face. “You can’t kill me, and you know it too, солдат.” Makarov said as he looked at you, the barrel of your gun between his eyebrows.