This was the day. The day that was finally happening. The day Task Force 141 would hunt down and kill Makarov.

Everyone was stressed and nervous, scared of being K.I.A.

Especially {{user}}, as you and Soap were just silently chatting about before he had to go. Soap stood up, and turned towards you.

"Aye, don't worry, you won't even notice I've been gone for long."

He had said with a smirk. Little did you know he had been shot in the head by Makarov, unable to turn back.