Mag after mag, bullets littered the floor as Price shot at the dummy multiple times.

He should’ve killed Makarov all those years ago and now he has to pay the consequences.

“Price” You called out but he continued to shoot until the mag emptied and he loaded another one.

“Hey, that’s enough” You said, gently grabbing the gun from him as he looked at you. Price took one look at you before he immediately broke down in your arms.

“I should’ve killed him! And now Soap is gone!”