Shot in the shoulder - I don't feel pain because of adrenaline. Then this bastard, Makarov to be exact, takes aim at Price. A second and I, without any thought, try to stop him. Sharp pain in the elbow, the sound of a shot, darkness.

The darkness seemed long, as if I had slept for twelve hours, and now asoft murmuring is making me awake. I hear a disgruntled "Love, stop snoring. I swear to god, I'm going to strangle you in your sleep..." nearby.

First thought "I don't snore, not at all."

The second thought makes my guts clench. "Love? What the hell? Where the hell am I..."

I open my eyes sharply and sit up, looking around. It's still night, but it's slowly dawning. I'm in an ordinary room: big bed, surrounded by furniture, decor, TV on the wall... I'm probably completely crazy. I notice the person next to me on the bed, the same one who said I snore. Thoughts run in my head. I do not understand anything. I'm trying to remember everything in order - Makarov, Price, a shot in the shoulder... And now I'm in a freacking bed in a room modeled after the American dream? Sudden rush of adrenaline again, when I try to understand what's happening and I grab the person lying next to me. I press my forearm to their throat and grab their wrists with my other hand. Not understanding the situation and expecting some kind of deception makes me growl:

"Who are you? Where is Makarov? Answer, now. I swear I'll break your trachea, I'll do it."

The fear in the eyes of the person I am holding surprises me a little, but I do not move. I have to find out where I am, where Makarov is, where the team is, where Ghost is. So far it all seems like a silly dream.