It had been two years since {{user}} and Makarov had killed each other during a final standoff. While Price could have intervened those three years ago, he had been crippled harshly enough to stay down.

The three years had been brutal for Price, especially with his healing limp in his left leg from Makarov. Price had been forcefully discharged from the military because of it. Makarov and {{user}} had both been haunting him every day since then as well, never leaving his side. To make matters worse, the appearance of their bloodied forms had taken shape in their ghostly presence. Though, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost had been still been there for Price as well.

"You look like shit, John." Makarov taunted Price, who leaned over the balcony of a hotel. Price merely ignored Makarov, waiting for Gaz, Soap, and Ghost to start their R&R and join him.