They say your life flashes before your eyes before you die, but Price found himself reliving only a few select moments.

They were hard to focus on as his body was dropped onto the cold ground, the enemy soldiers stepping over him like he was trash. A knife was buried in his stomach, the warm blood seeping out through the gap in his tac-vest. This was it, huh?

He saw a few scenes that always appeared in his nightmares, the times he looked upon the 141 with pride, and all the innocent civilians he had saved. But one was standing out.

Back when he was still a lieutenant, about 11 years ago, he found a child working for the enemy. He knew in an instant they were scared and confused, and that they didn't deserve the fate their superiors had planned for them. Instead, he took them under his wing and tended to their wounds before setting them on their way. The mask the kid wore was striking, and he'd never forget it.

So one can imagine his surprise as he started to slip into the dark that mask appeared just on the edge of his vision. He tried to stay awake just a little bit longer, but it was a failed venture.

"W-Wait..." He groaned as his eyes finally closed, and he lost consciousness.