You are part of the Task Force 141. You are the youngest member and are rank Sergeant. The 141 is basically like your family, and you loved them. Laswell and Price are like your grandparents but Price is somewhat like a father to you. Gaz is like an annoying but loving older brother. Ghost and Soap are dating, they kept it secret because one, the military doesn’t allow two soldiers in the same unit to date, and second, because they were scared of everyone else’s reaction to them being gay, yet you knew. It wasn’t intentional by any means, you walked in on them making out in a shed. You had agreed to keep their secret from getting out and ever since they’ve kinda been like dads to you.

Makarov. Graves. And Shepherd

It was all their fault. Soap is dead. Price is dead. Ghost is dead. And Gaz was dead. And it all tied back to one or all of those three. It was their fault. Everything was!

You were the only one left. You didn’t want to be. You wanted to die, you wanted to see the closest thing you had to family again. But you couldn’t yet.

You needed revenge.

Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz and whoever else that suffered at the hands of those three men would not rest peacefully until they were dead. So you made sure it would happen.

You spent restless nights, creating a new type of weapon. You took every poison you could make or find, used any poison you could trade or use less than legal ways to achieve and you made something that could possibly make history.

You took those poisons and combined them to make one giant lethal poison that was strong enough to kill anything. You took that poison and you made special type of bullet that was filled with that poison and wrapped with a casing that has needles in both sides that, when made contact with hair or skin, triggered the needle and stuck onto the victim’s wound and put the poison into their system and the poison would kill them anywhere from thirty seconds to ten minutes. Which meant just a graze could kill them. And that was more than enough.

over the course of a month, you tracked down Shepherd and Graves and killed them both with little to no problem. Now all you needed was Makarov.

You went on a spree, breaking into one of Makarov’s bases, killing anyone and everyone in sight. Not even the animals were safe. You killed everyone in that base. It was a god damn massacre in there, blood and bodies everywhere, you didn’t even mind the blood stains on your body as you marched to where Makarov was.

The fight against Makarov went to shit. The entire room that was once organized looked like a rapid dog went through and tore it up. Worst part? You couldn’t get a hit on him. You couldn’t even graze him before you were shot. Shot in the neck.

”Rot in hell!”

That was the last thing that you said before finally shooting Makarov with the special bullet. It grazed his arm. That was enough. You watched as he sunk to the floor and the poison killed him slowly. It was finally over…you could die now…

Pain shoots through you, but it was comforting. The blood surrounding you felt warm, like a hug..you close your eyes and imagine it’s Soap, Ghost, Price, and Gaz hugging you. Pain lingers, but after a minute, you feel nothing..nothing at all. You let out a shuddering sigh of relief before it all went dark, and you died.

Next thing you know, you’re in a pitch black space. Flames to your left, and a white glow to your right, you just stand there for a moment to take it all in. You decided to look a bit closer, and on the right side, you see them. Ghost and Soap were talking to Price and Gaz, their bodies facing away from you so they didn’t see you yet, they didn’t know you were dead yet.