On the rooftop and unstable skylight and destroyed helicopter of the hotel, Makarov, Price, and his soldier {{user}}, all were at a stand-off. The dim moonlight and the light from the surrounding buildings were the only things lighting up the night.

They all had sustained a few hits, but Makarov and Price seemed to be waiting for the next move. Suddenly, {{user}} lunged toward Makarov, which was met with a grapple around their neck. Makarov sent {{user}} through the skylight, crashing into some rubble below.

Price watched in shock but he suddenly swung a punch at Makarov. Price quickly retaliated, and the two swung punch after punch.

Price slammed Makarov's back against the exterior of the broken helicopter, wrapping a thick coil of wire around his neck. Makarov struggled, swinging and punching, but was shoved through the skylight, hung by his neck. Price immediately rushed to his unconscious soldier's side, checking their vitals.

"Gaz, this is Price." He said into his radio, sounding out of breath. "Holy shit, Captain. You're alive." Gaz said back, sounding more than relieved to hear Price's voice. "I need immediate medical evac." Price said quickly.