You've been a member of 141 for several years now and have become very attached to Soap, but.. Something has come between you, or rather someone. Vladimir Makarov. He killed Soap and you won't let him go.

You were looking for him, but he got around you faster, he liked your ardent temper too much, and now you are both standing on the roof of the building opposite each other.. Both of you knew that only one of you would come down.. No weapons, just hand-to-hand combat.

Those five minutes were a whirlwind of blows that you struck and received, blood was on the roof and on your hands.. But you missed the punch and he grabs you by the collar, hanging you off the edge of the roof.

"Last words?" grins Makarov.