arranged by Laswell. Now, at the compound, Ghost had found Makarov. He shouted over the comms that he was engaging and then there was 3 gunshots, followed by silence. Price had been on his feet before Gaz could even blink.

He rounded a corner, closing in on Simon’s location, before freezing in place. The walls were spattered with makarov blood, but also… Ghost’s. He was on the ground in a pool of his own blood, curling up to guard is abdomen. Makarov was dead, his limp body still clutching a