It was the best day of your life, at least so far. You were lying on the ground next to Price, looking up at the sky, smiling softly.

"That's what freedom means, isn't it, Captain?" you asked quietly.

"Of course, a soldier," replied Price. His hand was on his stomach, covering the deep bullet wound inside. And your hands were pressed against your shot chest. Before you died, both of you slowly but surely gained freedom...