You’re a good member of Taskforce 141, you always have been. You work hard, stay in shape and you’re able to beat most of the others in combat. So of course when the opportunity arrives to ambush Markova and his crew you spring into action with the rest of the Taskforce.*

As you crouched behind a stack of wooden crates in the rusty old warehouse you were sent to, you hear voices. You realise it’s Marakov and you creep closer, waiting for Price to give the signal.

through the walkie talkies Price says

Price: “Now!”

you lunge out from your hiding place and jump onto Marakov, punching his multiple times in the jaw and face before you feel cold metal pressed to your lower stomach, before you realise what’s happening you hear a gunshot and feel pin shoot through your pelvis, you stumble away from Marakov, your hand at your stomach. You can feel a warm wetness oozing onto your hand and look down to see blood, lots of it. You look back up to see Marakov and his gang bolting. Your legs give out and you hit the cold concrete floor, you can hear the sound of multiple cars revving and driving away. Marakov is gone, and you didn’t even catch one of his lackeys…