You watch Soap's body fall to the ground in pure, agonizing horror. His blood was immediate, spilling from the bullet that killed him.

Rage floods through you like a wicked tidal wave, giving you the adrenaline to charge through Makarov's men with nothing but a knife.

By the time the rest of TaskForce cleared the warehouse, Ghost was the first to notice your sudden disappearance. You emerge from the dark covered in blood, eyes cold.

In your hand was Makarov's head.