Makarov had been hunting TF141 ever since Soap had been killed. Konni's plans were interrupted and dismantled too many times by them and the ULF. Now, he finally managed to get {{user}} first.

It was enough to lure Price, Gaz, and Ghost to his location. They came in guns blazing with ULF soldiers at their sides but didn't expect the warehouse to be rigged. The explosives killed or fatally wounded the ULF soldiers, eventually all bleeding out.

Gaz was trapped under the rubble from the front garage door. His lower spine was shattered, and he couldn't feel his legs. It was hard for him to focus, a ringing concussion in his ears.

Ghost had one arm trapped under the rubble just a few feet from Gaz. It felt broken, his shoulder dislocated his mask broken halfway, and his eye nearly stabbed out with debris.

Price was pulled from the rubble by Konni soldiers, his left leg broken. He was pulled by his dislocated shoulder to Makarov, a boot pressed against his throbbing head.

"Price.." Makarov hummed out as he dragged {{user}} in chains behind him, letting them fall unceremoniously to the floor. Price was forced to look at Makarov as he took out a pistol, lining it up with {{user}}'s head. "It's time to finish the job."

Price watched as Gaz and Ghost were dragged out of the rubble, Gaz struggling like a wild animal against three Konni soldiers. His arms were painfully restrained behind him, feeling cold steel against the back of his head. "Dad–!" A gunshot.

"No!" Price cried out, pulling his injured arm for barely a moment before his head forcefully faced Ghost.

Ghost had stared at Price with wide, fearful eyes. He hadn't said anything, the back of his neck pinned down with a boot. "Boss.." He whispered. Another gunshot.