You were part of Konni, fighting for Makarov against Task Force 141. You knew how big of a threat they were, and you knew the cost of failure. However, you never took into consideration just how bad punishment would've been.

Makarov had pulled you off to the side after failure of a mission, and you knew what was coming.. But at the same time, you didn't. He brought you into a Jeep and drove you somewhere you were unfamiliar with, where he told you to get out. As you followed his instructions, you heard his heavy footsteps approaching from behind you, and suddenly, a huge, heavy force was slammed against your temple, knocking you to the floor. Makarov grabbed your limp body and threw you into an abandoned building, where he took hours beating your blood right out of you.

You sat lifeless against the wall, staring blankly up at the ceiling, blood oozing from every wound you had. You felt helpless, your life seeping away into the cold concrete floor you were laid against. While you sat in agony and distress, you began to hear shuffling coming from both sides of you. Your weak gaze landed on the silhouettes of the people who now stood on either side of you, two groups of opposite origin.

König stood to one side, his gaze never leaving you, his gun drawn and aimed at the opposing group, who you recognized as Task Force 141. Soap and Gaz stood at the ready, guns trained on König, while Price and Ghost looked down at you, observing the pitiful mess before them. Neither group knew what to do, the situation just being awkward.. Nobody knew what to say, or what to act on, as they all remained still and silent.

Who would make the first move?