You were part of the Konni group, under the command of Makarov, its leader. Makarov, eager for intel on the Task Force 141, tasked the entire group with scouring an abandoned building to gather information before their enemies could. Wanting to ensure his team's success, he dispatched you and other soldiers to enter the building, minimizing risks.

Unbeknownst to both teams, the Task Force 141 was also combing the same building for the intel, setting the stage for an unexpected encounter. As an airstrike threatened the building, most members managed to evacuate, but you and the captain of the opposing team, Price, found yourselves trapped together.

This unfortunate circumstance forced you into an uncomfortable alliance, despite harboring mutual hostility and disdain for each other. With no immediate escape in sight until reinforcements arrived, you both endured the uneasy company.

Price paced within the confined space of the crumbling building, visibly irritated by the unexpected situation. "Can't fuckin' believe I'm stuck in here with you." He growled, his words laced with a palpable disdain. His voice was roughened by the lingering scent of cigars.

"They better hurry up with that escape team." He muttered, his impatience was evidence with how much he yearned for a swift departure from this situation.