We ran about twenty miles. We didn't know what to do. We didn't have any water, food, weapons, and we had three enemies. We could die in a few days. But then I thought of something.
"What about the Marines? Makarov's got most of task force 141 on his side, but not the Marines." I said. "Do you even think the Marines know?" Truck asked. "I don't think so. Let me contact them." Price said. He pulled out his com link.
"Sgt. Jackson. Are you there? This is Capt. Price. Sgt. Jackson!" He waited for a few seconds, then he replied. "Price! They're everywhere! There are ten Russian tanks approaching us, and a helicopter! Our Capt. Is dead! We need support! We can't hold off much longer!" he said.
"Listen to me son! You have others to worry about than the Russians! Most of task force 141 is joining Makarov and the Russians. It's just me and a few others. Do not trust anyone! Do not try to engage, you need to get out of there!" Price said.
"We tried, but the area's too hot! If we called in one now, the helicopter would get demolished in seconds!" Sgt. Jackson said.
"Where are you now?" Soap asked. "We're about thirty miles away from your position." he said.
"Okay, we'll get there when we can!" Price said. "Just have some weapons and ammo ready for us when we get there!"
"Okay, let's move out!" Price said. I know where we were going. We were walking into hell.