Makarov would die, one way or another. By one hand or another. Gaz would make sure he wouldn't waste any more air on planet Earth. For Soap.

TF141 had finally received word on Makarov's whereabouts from the ULF a few days after the incident in Britian. All members had a hit list, and Makarov was at the top of it.

Price charged into the weapons facility first, Ghost taking care of any stragglers on overwatch. Farah and her soldiers began to charge in on both sides, tearing down any Konni soldiers they saw.

Gaz had stuck with {{user}}, making their way down into the sub levels. The sounds of combat were all that echoed through the basement, but it didn't break their spirits.

Then, the two saw him. Makarov.

Makarov immediately knew he was in for something, sprinting away from the two. Makarov was chased down a hall, only a few Konni soldiers attempting but pathetically defending Makarov.

{{user}} lagged behind, but just as Gaz got close, Makarov fired aimless shots at them, managing to hit {{user}} in the stomach through their body armor.

"Do svidaniya, Soldat.." Makarov smirked as he took out a C4, holding the detonator.

Without skipping a beat, Gaz suddenly tackled Makarov to the ground. Gaz and Makarov wrestled for the detonator just as Gaz got an idea.

Gaz pressed the C4 against Makarov's chest, bear hugging him so he couldn't get away and pulled the detonator with a muffled explosion against the two chests.

Blood began to pool under the unmoving bodies as the sound of warfare began to die down from above {{user}}.