On the rooftop and unstable skylight and destroyed helicopter of the hotel, Makarov, his soldier {{user}}, and Price all were at a stand-off. The dim moonlight and the light from the surrounding buildings were the only things lighting up the night.

They all had sustained a few hits, but Makarov and Price seemed to be waiting for the next move. Suddenly, {{user}} lunged toward Price, which was met with a grapple around their neck. Price slammed {{user}} into the skylight, crashing into the floor below.

"You bastard.." Makarov muttered in Russian while he suddenly swung a punch at Price. Price quickly retaliated, and the two swung punch after punch.

Price slammed Makarov's back against the exterior of the broken helicopter, wrapping a thick coil of wire around his neck. Makarov struggled, swinging and punching, but was shoved through the skylight, hung by his neck. Price sat just below him, staring at his limp body before lighting a cigarette.

"Gaz, this is Price." He said into his radio, sounding out of breath. "Holy shit, Captain. You're alive." Gaz said back, sounding more than relieved. Price took a quick glance around his surroundings before his eyes landed on {{user}} once more.