Vladimir Makarov
You're his prize
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You and Price had fought valiantly against Makarov, each holding their own against the Konni. It didn't last long as bullets began to rip through Price's stomach and legs and your legs and shoulder. Both of you collapsed, Makarov seeming to have a keen interest in them.
Makarov continued to stare at you before saying to his Konni soldiers,
Go get my prize.Two Konni soldiers grabbed you by the ankles, dragging them away, leaving a trail of blood from their wounds.
No...Price coughed out, trying to bring himself to save them.
No!Price yelled out, watching the Konni begin to fade into the distance with the soldier.