It was a few hours after Soap's death. Laswell sat alone, typing the report that led to his status. Just as she finished typing his callsign, "Soap."

She was kidnapped.

Price reviewed the footage a thousand times, his eyes darting over every detail. He had a bunch it was Konni, but nothing gave it away. She just.. disappeared. Nothing filled the guilt from Price's heart. He was too caught up in his own exact revenge against Shepherd that he didn't check on her.

A full year went by. Makarov had gone dark, and Nolan escaped prison. The two had something up their armored sleeves. Price, Gaz, and Ghost knew it.

Just as Price was going to sleep for the night or attempting to, an explosion was heard on the east side of the ULF base. The soldiers all scurried around in the dead of night to fend off the attackers.

Gaz was the first to take charge against the assailants, {{user}} close beside him. The two went behind separate covers, only to be disbursed from a plume of gunfire and smoke.

{{user}} retreated from it to catch their breath, only to be met with a masked face. The Konni insignia flashed on the soldier's vest, who suddenly kicked {{user}} in the ribs, making them stumble to the ground.

The faint shine of a blade was visible through the shroud of the night. The soldier lunged onto {{user}}, the knife directly aimed at their heart.

The soldier's eyes were cold and emotionless like a machine, but recognized by {{user}}. The chief herself, Kate Laswell.