We ran towards Price's position, but the sound of gunfire intensified as we approached. A stray bullet whizzed past me, hitting my comrade next to me. He fell to the ground, lifeless. I shouted to my group, "Sniper down!"

We took cover behind the ruined buildings, seeking shelter from the relentless assault. I immediately contacted our snipers on the other side. "Sniper 1, do you read?" I asked.

Sniper 1 responded, "Yes, ma'am."

I relayed the information, "Eastern building, top floor, take out the sniper!"

"Roger," Sniper 1 acknowledged.

Within moments, a single gunshot rang out, and Sniper 1 confirmed, "The path is clear."

I replied, "Copy," and we continued our advance. As we moved forward, an enemy vehicle approached us. I quickly grabbed a grenade, counting down in my head. Five seconds was all I had to act. I threw the grenade at the vehicle, warning my team, "Grenade out!"

I rolled to the side to avoid the explosion as the enemy vehicle burst into flames. I yelled, "Keep going!"

My men followed my lead, and we pressed on despite the relentless gunfire from the enemy. Price's voice came over the radio, demanding to know our whereabouts. I responded, "Almost there, dealing with the rats here."

We continued our relentless push forward, returning fire at the enemy who seemed to be everywhere. The firefight was intense, and my men fought bravely. We took down enemy after enemy, slowly gaining ground towards Price's location.

I looked at Soap, his wounded arms causing concern. I called out to him, "Are you okay?"

He nodded, quickly taking cover as another shot rang out. I turned to Price, questioning, "Are you sure Makarov is inside?"

Price replied with a hint of uncertainty, "I'm not certain, but his men are likely concentrated here."

I voiced my worries, "What if this is just another one of his distractions?"

Price's expression reflected a sense of desperation, "We have to hope for the best."

Surveying the enemy positions, I quickly made a decision. I radioed the snipers, "Take down any targets you see on the east-west buildings!"

Both snipers acknowledged, "Roger."

The snipers didn't waste time, and soon six of Makarov's men were eliminated from their positions.

Six of the enemy were left, and Price called out to them, "Surrender, or face the consequences!"

The remaining men hesitated before stepping out with their arms raised in surrender.

Price ordered his team, "Take them into custody."

His team swiftly complied, securing the surrendering men.

Price turned to me, "I'm going with Rudolfo and a few others to clear the other building."

I cautioned him, "Be careful."

We exchanged a fist bump, and I went to tend to Soap's injuries. I retrieved bandages and an adrenaline syringe, saying, "Relax, this will help."

As I administered the injection, Soap winced, but he managed a smile. I quickly bandaged his arms, and he reassured me, "Thanks."

Returning the smile, I said to the rest of the team, "Let's fortify this building."

Together, we entered the building, seeking cover and preparing for any further engagements.

Inside the building, we barricaded ourselves and took defensive positions. The tension in the air was palpable as we waited for any sign of Makarov or his remaining men. Soap, though wounded, remained steadfast, his determination unyielding. I checked the rest of my team for injuries, making sure they were as ready as they could be for whatever might come next.

The minutes felt like hours as we remained on high alert, every sound causing us to tense up. I kept a close eye on Soap, who was trying his best to remain composed despite the pain. My mind was racing, thinking about the possibilities of what could happen next.

Suddenly, Price's voice came over the radio, "Contact! We've got movement on the west side!" We all snapped into action, preparing for another intense firefight.

As the enemy closed in, I urged my team to stay focused, "Hold your positions, and wait for my signal. We've got this." The adrenaline surged through my veins, my heart pounding loudly in my ears.

Price's team engaged the enemy outside, providing us with crucial cover. I spotted an opportunity and called out, "Sniper 1, target the enemy on the rooftop of the adjacent building, now!"

The sniper responded promptly, and a single shot rang out, taking down another enemy. We needed every advantage we could get in this perilous situation.

The enemy pressed harder, and the building shook from the impact of gunfire. I shouted, "Keep them at bay! Don't let them breach our position!"

Soap fought alongside me, his determination inspiring the rest of the team. Despite his injuries, he showed incredible resilience, firing back at the enemy with a fierce determination.

The battle raged on, but with our combined efforts, we managed to hold our ground. The enemy's numbers dwindled, and they began to retreat, leaving only a few left.

Price's voice came over the radio again, "We've cleared the west side, moving back to your location."

I witnessed an enemy ascending the stairs and swiftly hurled a knife into his head. I exhaled sharply and approached the window, where I saw Price and Rudolfo in the other building. Soap joined me, and I heard a radio transmission from the enemy. I rushed to the fallen enemy's vest, disarmed his radio, and returned to the window so Soap could listen in as well.

I froze in place as Makarov's voice echoed through the radio.

Makarov: "You're quite persistent, but don't worry, I've left you a lovely gift."

I looked at Soap in shock, and he urgently radioed Price, "Price, Rudolfo, get out of there immediately!"

But it was too late. Their building exploded, and I could only hope they had managed to escape. I shouted to my men and Soap, "We need to get out of here!"

Another explosion erupted, and Soap yelled, "It's too late! We have to jump out of the windows!"

Without hesitation, he grabbed me, and we plummeted from the window, crashing into debris on the way down. We landed on the unforgiving ground, joining the others who had already jumped. Shortly after, the building exploded, with fragments crashing around us.

My vision became smeared with blood, and weakly, I called out to Soap, "Soap, are you okay?"

He lay on the ground, clutching his head, clearly injured. I turned to the side and observed my men attempting to stand, struggling with their own injuries. I mustered the strength to rise slowly, feeling pain all over. My head seemed to have suffered an injury as well, as my vision blurred. I approached Soap cautiously and helped him up. Everyone seemed to have been injured in some way.

I called out to the men, "Onward to the adjacent building!"

We hurriedly made our way there, with me supporting Soap as he leaned on me for stability.